OOC:
Alright, I'm back after the holiday/weekend! Let's keep this baby rolling!

Hastain
Hastain leans leisurely back against the wall of his makeshift prison, not seeming concerned at all about what might happen to him. As the Second Wind begins moving again, the esthetic follows closely behind, apparently ready to intervene if any harm comes to its master (at least if Hastain is to be believed).

Commodore Krux
A few days later, you come into view of Topolah's home. A crooked tower perches atop a small asteroid, surrounded by a cloud of twinkling cosmic dust.
Through his spyglass, Krux examines the rock upon which the tower stands and the decrepit wooden pier that juts from one side of it.
"Mr. Flinch," he says,
"ready the jolly!"
The "jolly" turns out to essentially be a space rowboat. Krux climbs in and waves you on board before Mister Flinch releases the small vessel.

Topolah
Scores of pelicans, mollymawks, and smaller birds nesting on the asteroid squawk as you approach the rickety dock. At the end of the dock, two gray, shark-like creatures fight over the remains of a pelican.
A woman with frayed robes and bare feet sits in a rocking chair at the base of the tower watching the fracas, her face half hidden by a wide-brimmed hat that has a blue jay perched on it. The woman leaps to her feet, brandishes a staff, and snarls,
"Go on, git!" A fiery ray springs from her fingertip, frightening away the shark-like creatures.
When you finally land, the woman rushes forward and leaps into Krux's arms,
"Krux, you big oaf, it's good to see ya!" she says before allowing him to place her back on the ground,
"I see you brought friends. Who are they?"
She turns to face your group, raising an eyebrow at Ziggy, but doesn't say a word about an astral elf setting foot on her asteroid.