The blue man looks amazed at the chaos going on around him. He huffs walking over to the bar to sit on one of the stools addressing everybody as he moves.
"Your all crazy for all I know, half of you could care less your here, half of you seem to be here by choice, half of you hate it here and, well thats already too many halves. I don't give a damn!" The man brushes more snow out of his hair and shakes snow from the folds of his pants.
"All I know is one minute I am gardening when a giant wedge of snow gives way above me, right as it landed on me I blacked out. Then I woke up outside with all that.."he makes a spinning, flailing motion with his hand "...vortextial, magicabobing, mumbo jumbo stuff spiraling everywhere and out of everything to find, an inn full of people who seem to have no idea of anything." He sits down exasperated looking for ANYBODY around that seems to work here, he hears the sounds from the kitchen, and sees all the pristine items at the bar, but no workers. "For all I know I'm dead, unconcious, or hallucinating and your all figments of my imagination." He slams his hand on the table idly.
"I could really use me a mushroom wine right now.... stock 241, but theres nobody working here. What kind of-" To his surprise before he even finishes speaking, a cabinet behind the bar bursts open and a pair of white, gloved hands come out hovering through the air. It claps twice then seems to pull out of mid air a large orange bottle and a tall clay flute. The hands pour the liquid into the flute and set it before the blue man making a bowing gesture before returning to the cabinet.
The blue man, mouth hanging open and eyes wide, stares down stunned at the flute of exactly what he ordered sitting there.