Mulligan shrugs to the others still up in the hole.  He certainly doesn't see a reason to not climb down and interact with... whatever they are.  If G'reginald shows reluctance at all then Mulligan will step to the front of the line and climb down first.  Well, second since Rowan is already down there.

     Upon reaching the ground Mulligan faces the newcomers and gives a bow and a sweeping gesture with his top hat as way of introducing himself.  He wears a bit of a smile but otherwise waits on introductions.  It is tiresome having to "speak" to one person after another... and he's not even sure he could broadcast to a bee or a dandelion?

“Oh, you know Queen Zybilna? I’ve heard of her. The witches did something to her, didn’t they? Something to make her quiet. Did they take her voice? One of them seems to like to do that. So is it Sir Amidor then? Did the Queen have to use a smaller sword to knight you? I think it would be dangerous to use a regular size one given the size of your shoulders.” Rowan says.

He keeps moving around, almost in small circles as he talks to Glister and Amidor. Then when he spots Mulligan he pauses for a moment.

”This is Mulligan. He’s the head talker. Head thinker? Head idea placer? Mulligan, this is Glister and this is Sir Amidor.”

Barria gladly follows Mulligan down as she was feeling a bit odd up here so high in the sky.  She grins at the two love birds as they affectionately fawn after each other.  She pays attention when the Queen is mentioned though, wondering what that is all about.

Then giving another glace at Glister, "Weren't you just at the carnival we came from?  Did you come here before or after us?  How peculiar it all is!"

Greg follows the other three making sure nothing is left in his dimensional space and then closing it once he is down, he wraps up and hands the rope back to Rowan, happy they he and the group got a short rest and some introductions of their own out of the way. 

As he hands over the rope and takes account of the new arrivals he watches and listens before asking. "Glister, I had a bit of a run in with the shadow of Gleam, what do you know if the fate of your dear sister?"

Glister warmly greets each of those who descend from the rope-hide, then commences answering questions with his own tale:

I’ve been wandering Yon for some time now. Weeks, I think. And yes, I’m here for my sister, Gleam. She is in Motherhorn. I can sense it. Sometimes I can see her... like she is strolling through a woodland realm... comfortable... but unhappy. That’s not a trick of the eyes, it’s the bond we share as twins, you see.

Endelyn Moongrave has her now. Bitter End some call her. Or Creeping Lyn. You've seen first-hand what she always does: she uses the shadows of those who bargain with her to do her bidding. It seems to be her price for granting requests, though I cannot imagine what could have driven Gleam to agree to any deal with her, or why she would bargain with a hag at all.

But I just can't get inside that castle. You all saw the Welcome Wagon, I take it, and received an invitation... but not I. Still, I will find my way to my sister, whatever it takes.

The talking, sword-wielding, bee-loving dandelion pats his on the ankle with one leaf and says:

Take heart, brave Glister. Though we may not know the full measure of these witches’ powers, nor the fate that has befallen Queen Zybilna, we must not despair. Bitter End may glimpse much of the future, yet I perceive the coven's dark design has been pricked by a thorn, a twist in their schemes that even they did not anticipate. A stubborn blossom of hope endures amidst their shadow.

Then turning to the group, Amidor asks: But what of you, intrepid newcomers? Now that you are here in this dreary land, what wilt thou do?