Wondering what the hell just happened while peeking my head out from under the table. Taking a look around and wondering why that girl at the bar is busy stripping. Much more concerned over why there is a giant stone in front of the door. Scampering out from under the table and brushing myself off once more, not concerned about people looking at me, for now. Was just rather nervous about random teleortation and where I ended up at.<br/><br/>Taking a seat and looking dignified for now, while still keeping an eye on the door and getting ready to bolt if something mean comes crashing through.