Mishception: 5

I wonder if they serve wine?

Misha sheds her armor, keeps it aside, and relaxes into a chair wearing nothing but her athletic top and shorts. As the food is laid on the table, Misha jerks in a startle to notice this is unlike anything she's ever eaten before. She almost looks..nervous?

"Ah ha." She says, looking over the food with obvious curiosity. "Eenteresting food they have here. Ehh. What ees eet?"

She struggled to resist an urge to take a fork and poke the food, to see if it is still alive.

(Perception: 14)

Aphos shrugs and joins the others, ordering several drinks to be delivered at once, then others to follow quickly after.

Sherri takes note of the amount of guards about but doesn’t seem at all interested in engaging with them. Meera was right, surely they had everything under control so a random bunch of travelers probably shouldn’t be sticking their nose where it shouldn’t have been. The bard seemed to have lit up at the idea of food, being the first to sit down and order something... a few things... and a little more for good measure.

With the plates of food coming to the table, Sherri dug right in, even at the foods she didn’t even know the name of, and before she could shove another potato(maybe?) into her mouth, she noticed the man come in and eye them, momentarily getting distracted from answering Misha’s question. “It’s seafood, like, uh, lobster and shrimp and stuff. It’s good, I promise! Don’t knock it til you try it, yeah?” She reaches to stab another vegetable but gets distracted again by the man. She gets visibly irritated and stares at him dead in the eyes.

”Can I help you, sir? Want me to paint you a picture of us? Trust me, it’ll last longer.”

Meera contemplates telling Misha the exact details of what they're eating, but she's not sure how Sherri would react to the realization that she's eating a type of fungus. "These crustaceans don't look like anything I've ever seen. Am I correct in assuming that they're native to the Chultan peninsula? And this sauce. I can definitely taste some beer, as well as butter, garlic aaaand ginger? Yes. Ginger. It's much better than what I usually eat. Professor's salary and all." She's barely able to get a few bites of fish before Sherri points out the staring man. "Yes, as my young friend said, is there something we can do for you? We're having a private dinner at the moment." 

“Langostine,” says Dornos to Meera, chewing appreciatively. “Musharib, this was an excellent choice, a veritable delicacy.”

Perception 14

Misha just looks at the food. Not with disgust, that would be rude. Just looking at it, trying to figure out what it is. Her new friends said words to describe it, but she didn't understand any of it. She's distracted as Sherri speaks, and as Meera speaks, Misha looks in the direction of the man with curiosity - and sees what he does next.

The man shakes his head for a moment, waking from his reverie, "Ah... my apologies... I... it's not often one see's a minotaur with such... interesting armor. Intriguing really, but where are my manners. My name is Lerek Dashlynd, and the majority of you have the look of fellow residents of Faerun. I... will you be wandering inland perchance?"

"That depends. Why are you asking?"

Dornos hadn’t noticed this man before, being far too engrossed in the meal, but his interest is now piqued. 

"Flattery's only good for those who want it. Where the hell have you been that you've seen enough of my kind to comment on our armor?" Aphos doesn't bother to look up from his several drinks.

Lerek's mouth turns into a wry grin, "Where have I been indeed... In any case, if you're headed into the jungles anyway my benefactors have a vested interest on obtaining a map. Specifically, a map that provides direction to the ruins of Nangalore and Orolunga. In any case, once furnished I could provide you with a ship in trade, a sloop mind you, or the equivalent value of ten thousand in gold currency." He says ten thousand with such comfort that the more insightful among the group get the feeling he's dealt in these amounts before. "In any case, you look busy, I'll return to my drink. You all have a fine evening." He bows without taking his eyes off of the party then retreats to his dark corner.

Meera attempts to recall if she's read about Nangalore and Orolunga.

History:  16

Meera remembers reading about Nangalore briefly in some of the accounts collected by Lady Silvane and recalls that it used to be called Ka-Nanji which translates to "the Hanging Garden of Dreams" and was built to honor an Omuan queen named Zalkoré. She hasn't heard of or encountered any information about Orolunga. 

[ooc : just fyi the dc on knowing stuff about Chult is really high because it's largely unexplored and has lots of secrets.]

After Lerek leaves with this mysterious offer, Misha returns back to looking at her food in deep contemplation. Or worry. Or hesitation.

(OOC: Figured as much, but I figured that it's worth trying given Meera's background)

Meera stops Lerek from leaving. "Tell me, what do your employers want with Nangalore? I haven't read of any treasure being located in the Hanging Garden." And then she notices Misha not eating her food. "It's just lobster, Misha. It won't hurt you, in fact it's quite good for you and delicious."

Misha had never eaten "lobster" before, but at Meera's words, picked up fork and reached for it. After all, Meera was a professor, and spoke like she knew what she was talking about, and that was good enough for Misha. She poked at the white meat, taking a bit, and slowly put it in her mouth, chewed and swallowed.

It was surprisingly good.

"Time is short, do we really want to screw around with this?" Aphos leans over and turns away from the stranger, "Meera, one month is all we have, right? This jungle could take several to traverse."

"I don't see how this would be a waste. We currently have no leads on the Death Curse, so we might as well explore the island and try to find something."

"Honestly I haven't a clue, my employers give their orders on a need to know basis, apparently I didn't make the cut." his wry grin never leaves his face.

[ooc : insight checks if you like]

"Maybe find map along way." Misha said happily with a mouthful of food, forking another piece of lobster. "Pass butter, please." she said to no one in particular.

Mishsight: 18 

Meh. She kept eating.