Milton
*While traveling the night sky, reminiscing on the state of things, Furo would indeed spot a flicker of light down in the jungle below. Whether or not it was truly whom he was looking for was a different story, perhaps his hopes had been answered?*

*After the initial flicker down below, the area did seem to stay lit for quite some time, giving the inclination that it was someone's campfire.*
Roger
Furo gave pause to the light below, it was what he was looking for but he was a little surprised it would occur. He could not pass up the chance, so he needed to be quick before he lost his chance.

The ship hung in the air before popping open the cockpit. Climbing to the hood, he gauged the distance before letting himself fall forward. He swan dived toward the light while gauging the distance to the ground. He commanded the air to slow his descent and floated the rest of the way down.

He touched down wondering if he was lucky or not.
Milton
*Furo would find himself landing nearby where he spotted the light. He was a little off the mark and slowly drifted down into the underbrush, but could still see the light ahead in the woods.*

*Venturing further in, he would notice the light was coming from the center of a small clearing, and that it indeed was a fire. As he peered into the clearing, he would see a shadow move across the opposite treeline, which belonged to a stern looking older fellow.*
Javier
*The man had just left a little shack at the edge of the clearing and set a pot down over the fire. He sat on a log next to it, occasionally stirring it. He did not seem to notice Furo's presence at this point in time.*
Roger
Watching the old man, Furo assumed he had the right person. Unless this jungle was some type of old person getaway spot, then there was little doubt in his mind.

Though, little doubt still meant he was hesitant.

He made the conscious effort not to sneak up on the old man for no reason. He rose back into the air slowly as not to make a lot of noise until he hovered above the treeline. 

He sucked in air, filling his lungs, before calmly deflating himself. Calling out and drawing some animal to their location would not be a good look either. He could only scratch his head as he tried to make a decent first impression before intruding on Potentially-Otoka's solitude.

"..."

After a few minutes, the boy just slowly floated back into the clearing in an attempt to be in the old man's view. He considered what was and was not correct until he simply got frustrated and gave up entirely. He touched down once more and went straight into greetings.

"Sorry for visiting so late, I'm Furo and I would like a little bit of your time. May I have your name?"
Javier
*The man looked up at Furo from stirring the cooking pot. If some people could be read like a book, this man was more like an ancient undecipherable text. No changes made on his face, he simply watched as the boy approached.*

"Seeing as you came here on a Gummi ship, I have no doubt you were sent here by someone. Otoka is what one from the outside worlds would know me as."

*He pulled two bowls out from behind the log he was sitting on, before grabbing the ladle and scooping a serving into each.*

"Why don't you join me for a bowl?"
Roger
Furo was hand deep in his jacket as he prepared to fork over his delivery. When offered the bowl, he could only hesitate before accepting it and taking a seat. He was actually fairly hungry, and there was not a rush he knew of; It was also late.

Though, it was more likely he did not want to be left to alone to think anytime soon.

"Thank you," He sat down a looked into the bowl. It was obvious Otoka had been aware of Furo's presence. It did not matter how long, simply that there was no more point in over-thinking things if the purpose of his meeting was already exposed. The pilot simply sipped a spoonful before giving his opinion, "It's good."
Javier
*The man gave a light smile at Furo's words. It seemed jaded, and almost like he was a little out of practice.*

"Well, I've had a lot of time to get the recipe perfected since my retirement."

*He would sip a spoonfull of his own before he continued.*

"It'll never beat what I could get back at home though."

*He let his spoon rest at the side of the bowl before continuing.*

"So, since you didn't attack immediately, I assume Kiki didn't send you. And I only gave where I was going to three others. So who sent you, Furo? If I was still a betting man, I'd say it was Straeh."
Roger
"It's soup made by an old man in a jungle. It tastes about as one should expect; Good enough for something lacking salt."

He continued to spoon the free meal into his gullet. He was not one to complain about something he did not pay for. If anything he was being fairly lax for not assuming it was poisoned in some way. For the old guy's insight, however...

"Sure, to all of the things you said. If I was sent here to kill you, I would have to actually care about this Kiki individual. Lucky for both of us, I was sent here to just deliver a scroll."

Which could be some magical bomb now that he thought about it. It would suck for Otoka, but that was an issue they would hash out after he finished the bowl. Actually, seconds sounded good as well since he slept for two days.

"Can't really remember if I got her name to be honest. Ironic since I can tell you what she looks like but not her name as she sent me to find a man without giving me your description; Just your name."

It was a bit difficult to get the information he should have from people, but at this point he was used to it. It was not a good thing, but complaining about it everytime would not get him anywhere.

"She was a pretty bluenette with a ponytail. Not very descriptive, but if you say one of three and she says you were a teacher, then you could actually fill me in instead."