The island is low lying, sloping gently from the waves. It seems to be forested, and overall fairly damp, cloaked in thin mists. There's a bay that's had a boating pier added, but no signs of houses here.

They are flying. Dalfereon by himself, he clears some fog and helps their descent towards the pier. He flaps large green-golden wings. He looks mostly human, specially if the people can't see his pointy ears from a distance.

Temperance is currently in their natural form. So they look like a large blue reptile with a long tail and bat-like wings.

Phelix holds tight with Temperance using three of his arms, the fourth covering his eyes against the sunlight that Dalfereon is bringing to the area.

No one's at this little stretch of shore, though as they approach the fog pulls back enough to reveal a few intrepid fishermen out and about on small wooden boats. They all look human.

Since Dalfereon is less threatening-looking than Temperance he will be the one taking point. He approaches, making himself visible to the fishermen and telegraphing his approach. He shouts a greeting to catch their attention.

They seem wary, but not panicked. One waves back. "Ho! Who goes there!" she shouts.

Dalfereon plays attention and sends that to Pherikles who reports to their translator.

"My name is Dalfereon! I don't speak your language, but I am in contact with a translator! May I approach?" If allowed, he will land on the boat.

"Sure." She backs up to give him a bit of room. "I'm Ami."

"Dalfereon or just Reon. Sorry for dropping in on you, but we have been at the sea for a few days now. Is there someone around that with the responsibility of dealing with interworld visitors?"

"Interworld? That'd be the Alliance's business. International, Tazuna manages the bridge. He knows some Alliance shinobi, too."

"Where is the bridge? Is Tazuna there at this moment?"

"Other side of the island. It's day, so he should be. It's big. Red. Hard to miss. Goes all the way to the mainland."

Pause to listen and get the translation, his head tilts like he is trying to hear someone. Nod. He reports this mentally to Pherikles.

"Thank you." Reon says. "Should I go there now then? Is there anything you think I should know?"

"Now, maybe." And she shrugs. "Don't steal, don't attack people? I don't know what your world's like."

Translation pause. Nod. "Those are not considerable acceptable behavior in my world too. Thank you, gain. If you don't mind, I should go."

He flaps his wings and takes flight, something that surprisingly doesn't rock the boat as much as it should.

She waves, and returns to her work.

Up in the sky, Phelix waves back and gets Dalfereon to wave back as well.

Temperance's lack of hands means they have to give a tail wave. They find the brige and land a short distance from it, somewhere where Temperance can shift and arrange their veil from a dragon-serpent scarf into a human-sized toga.

An old man with a bit of a pot belly comes out of a small wooden building near the bridge, standing there watching them. There's a few people pointing and staring on the bridge, but most are ignoring them.

Phelix waves his two right arms at them trying to look friendly, he is ten feet tall, there is no point in trying to look normal.

Reon approaches. "Greetings, we are looking for Tazuna."

"You've found him," the man says, sighing a bit. "You got business here, shinobi?"

"We are not shinobi. We are from another world and accidentally landed on your ocean a few days ago. We have no desire to be inopportune to you, but that's the nature of our business."

He grunts. "Eh. Other worlds - that's super not my business, though I can get you a place to rest if you've been stuck out on the ocean. Or a shinobi to talk to."