"We would deeply appreciate both of these things, please. Sorry for the inconvenience."

He grumbles a bit. "Eh, suppose I signed up for this. Come on, port's this way."

This is far better than greeting them with open hostility.

Far better than another boring day in the ocean. Temperance gets a translation.

The lodgings are fairly plain, basic wood and rice paper, futons instead of beds, rice and fish for food, but it's a roof and a bed and a warm meal.

It's glorious, and dry, Temperance is outright aquatic and they are sick of the ocean. They start devouring a bowl of rice.

Phelix sits on a futton, probably too small to fit him, but he is getting used to that.

Pherikles and Dalfereon are getting a list of common and useful phrases from the unicorn. They couldn't get that ready before hearing a sample of the language, but they had a list of what they would've wanted. He absently eats the provided food and sits next to Temperance.

And soon enough there's a knock on their door.

They make themselves more presentable, which isn't much without a bath or a new set of clothes.

Reon answers the door, leaving a space so whoever may come through.

"Greetings."

"Hey! I'm Uzumaki Naruto, a shinobi from Konoha. Tazuna said you guys just got here?"

"Hey!" Says the giant standing up and consciously aware of the ceiling.

Temperance just waves.

"We did just arrive on this island. We got to your world a few days ago. I am Dalfereon Dawn-seed-wind, that is my kin Phelix Firey-path-guard and Needs temperance against the temptation of curiosity. Or just Reon, Phelix and Temperance."

"Cool names! Pretty much everyone who isn't, like, a court person or super formal calls me Naruto." To Phelix: "Would you be more comfortable out in the woods or something? So you're not bumping your head."

Pause. Translation. "Thanks, I picked it myself. And for the moment, I would rather stay close to Reon and Temps."

"More meant we could all move there. And picking your own body's cool! I can only kind of sort of do that with a transform..."

Another pause for translation. "He meant he picked his name, but he did pick that body to a degree. We can move that, if you prefer."

Phelix nods. "Temperance is a shapeshifter. Also, I don't think we mentioned it in a way it would get back to you. But me and Reon are mentally connected to people back in our world and that's how we are getting translations. Temperance isn't."

"Cool, I don't think our telepathy can go inter-world yet. And yeah, I like the outdoors. There's a cozy clearing nearby."

Phelix whispers a translation to Temperance who agrees to go.

"So, what are the Shinobi?"

He leads the way. It's a very cozy clearing, away from the mists, with a few stumps and logs that work for sitting on. Naruto sprawls on the grass.

"We're people who use chakra and aren't monks or samurai - there's some kind of politics and history thing with the types but I don't really keep track of that. I think samurai are mostly nobles, monks are mostly, like, peaceful isolationists, shinobi are mostly ex-mercenaries. Samurai used to rule, shinobi do now. How'd you get to this world?"

This is far more informal than what he expected from someone from the ruling class, but they will sit on the grass, sure.

"Our we were trying a world-crossing magic ritual and underestimated a few things. Luckily, we were the only ones that actually got transported."

Temperance sprawls as well. In fact, they will hug the grass. Glorious, green grass.