Apart from having simply nodded in acceptance Jirel's offer, Zaf refrained from any reply, seeming rather sheepish about saying anything on the matter. Even Rose jests gets little more out of the slightly feathered Winter Wolf than a throaty chuckle. When the reach the top, he's in no hurry to get off Jirel's shoulders, or certainly doesn't put any request to words after being distracted by the crows and their mysterious message. So either from up high or at the goliath's side, Zaf gruffly says, "Strange and cryptic as always. Could be we aughta take those with us as reminders, but... eh.. I leave to the rest of you. Before you move them, though, I note closely the order and pattern, as those items might make up the bread that created the crumbs."

Exiting the Dancing Hut brings you into a wintry region of snow-covered mountains. The sun is much smaller than it should be—it’s not much more than a pinprick of light, though still blindingly bright to look at—and stars are visible in the sky. While you are not immediately sure of where you are, you're certain that you're no longer in Iobaria.

Make a DC20 Survival or Nature check.

15

Still carrying Zaf draped over her shoulders, Jirel would grunt at the sight. “What do you think?” She’d consult with Zawolfy, should they be willing to lend his nose to help her survey the area.

Survival: 15 Adv if Zaf accepts providing help: 17 

Rose attempts a Survival check

24

Not like any of you can see it, but Rose's eyes go big from behind her bangs. "U-Um, everyone? I don't think that we're on Golarion anymore."

Sorry, late Survival if it still matters: 24

"...Well, shit."

"I was about to ask if this was Jezzika's doing, but..you're all here, too, and alive." he said, looking at Sera. "So, I don't believe it is.." he smiled. She did say she was busy with interlopers, and he smiled brighter knowing he could either a) continue to defy her and T'Vauz and take levels in Bard, or b) avoid risking total annihilation and keep learning warlocky things from Jezzika. 

Hm.

As you stand around, thinking about how you're on a new planet, you see an armored humanoid riding towards you on a horse-sized dragon with red skin. "What brings you here outsiders? Are you foes?"

"Definitely not smell like home." Zawolfy affirms after giving the air a few good sniffs. "But real question is-..." He trailed off from there, looking up at the new arrival. "... No?" Zafwolfy at least answered with his head cocked to the side. "At least we do not wish to be, but fate has a funny way of ignoring the wishes of mortals." Is added alongside a brief chuckle. "But with such hopes in minds, perhaps you can a be of aid? We seek the son of Baba Yaga, who's name I hope rings a bell with you? And pretell, what is the name of these lands?"

"I know not of any creature called Baba Yaga, or her son, but these are the Parapets, the mountains that separate the Skyfire Mandate from Drakelands. And this is the planet Triaxus."

Sera reaches into her bag and pulls out the eagle. "Definitely not foes."

"A two-headed eagle. Funny, our commander has that as a pet back in Spurhorn. Although I doubt that he'd be willing to let you see it at the moment, since he's trying to fight off a siege. Maybe if you helped fight the invaders, he might show it to you. Hell, he might even give it to you."

A wolfish grin splits Zawolfy's face. "Then it seems your commander has just found some allies... Though if there's a moment more we can spare, what can you tell us about this 'invaders', and how long it may take us to reach Spurhorn?" He asked curiously. "And that one of yours-..." He upnods the direction of the dragonhorse. "Do all your folk ride the scaled ones?"

"The majority of the invading army is made up of frost drakes and Triaxians who hail from the Drakelands. Spurhorn is a few miles from here, if we all ride my dragonkin, we should be there in less than an hour."

The goliath would shift uncomfortably at the thought of mounting and riding a 'dragonkin'.

Deception: 6

 Jirel would try to hide her hesitation.

"There's no need to be nervous, giant one." The rider says, noting your obvious discomfort. "My dragonkin will carry you if I tell him to."

Noticing Jirel's discomfort, the firbolg tries to lift her spirits by saying, "This will be... fun!" Then extends her hand to the hesitant goliath, giving her a soft and encouraging smile. "Let's get on together."

If Zawolfy was still on her shoulder, she'd glance to him when Rose would exclaim it would be fun. Unless he wanted down, the goliath was was taking him with them.

Although still wary, it was difficult to deny Rose's optimism. It was infectious. A tentative smile would tug at the barbarian's lips. Jirel would accept Rose's hand at her encouragement for them to do it together. "Okay."

Zawolfy, glances back to Jirel as much as he can, as just smiles from his perch. A perch he has still yet to complain or request getting off from, and would continue to do so as Jirel climbed aboard their would be transportation. Though once he turns back in over a half an hour, he'd grudgingly work on trying to find his own seat if safe at that point; especially after likely nearly losing his new flail during the trip.

Jasun helps Sera up, and then gets on.

Jezzika?

There was no answer.

He smiled.