A candy cane in a tuxedo. A bear in a top hat wasn't the weirdest this place could get apparently. A giant walking stick of sugar and peppermint serving as a royal escort to the queen of whatever backwards and freaky land this was. Inadi suddenly began feeling like he was never going to get back home fast enough to pretend this was all a terrible dream. The last few weeks was going to prove to be very damaging to him in the long run in regards to what others would consider mental stability. Luckily, he could emphasize all of that in writing and not truly be seen as mad. At best, maybe a heavy drug user. At least then they couldn't put him in a straight jacket. 

Stepping into the dining hall the young man fixed his glasses to see if the surroundings were just a figment of his imagination. Perhaps the fall in the elevator affected him a little more than he thought. But it seemed the vast expanse of the room was as splendid as first sights made them out to be. Now suddenly he felt a bit smaller than he already did coming in. He knew this was a royal's home, he didn't realize just how great the royal was. Everything seemed to fall and mesh perfectly together. Inadi made a mental note to write down the designs he saw in the room. This would be a terrific setting for a book. Maybe something a bit more cheery than the usual medieval dramas that had been stacking up in the libraries he had seen before he left.

Turning his attention to the people in the room he saw six individuals. The small man Harper was the first he spotted simply because he was one of the closer individuals to him. He gave a slight nod in his direction and continued to monitor the room. Seeing the many different women he was a bit nervous to say the least. Especially since each had their own claims to beauty. He began realizing that his glasses were fogging up due to this so he quickly took them off and began rubbing them clean. As he put them back on he noticed one of the party he had come with started to make moves. Inadi thought about however and realized “moves” wasn't the proper word. More like he was making somewhat of an ass of himself.

Here was Vincent, who had just been attacked by a giant slobbering grape vine not a few minutes ago and he was already trying to woo the women in the place. Then introducing himself as Vincent? The amount of hurl that Inadi wished to dispense was almost overwhelming to say the least. In a few steps he walked nearby where Vincent was, but just far enough out of arms distance in case his next sentence got him into any trouble. “Yes, Vincent. Though I'm sure with the lack of wit, manners and charm I'm sure a much simpler way of gathering this one's attention would be Vinvin.” Inadi said with a smile as he jokingly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He could swear that a beam of light struck just as he did too. Odd.

Turning his attention to the group as a whole Inadi quickly bowed his head as a sign of respect. “Greetings to all of you. My name is Inadi Sihma.” The young man said as he picked his head up and smiled. Looking at the table in the room he noticed something rather odd. Walking towards it he picked up a single tart that was resting in a plate full of them. He knew he had seen one of these before. Giving it a quick sniff and then checking the taste by taking a small bite out of it he chuckled as he turned towards the queen herself. “I had no idea that Mr. Cuddles' cinnamon tarts were so popular that even the queen herself was getting them as well.” He said with a smile as he took another bite out of the treat. He made enough of these he probably didn't even need to taste test them. The smell itself was recognizable enough.

Turning his attention back to the rest of the group he gave them all another look at. Everyone here seemed an...interesting collection of individuals. Not one seemed similar to another. Maybe this was just to show how odd that train was that probably brought them all here. Which reminded Inadi of his most important question as he finished the rest of his tart. “So your highness, if I may be so kind to ask, when will we all be leaving back for our homes?” He asked with a look of confidence on his face. Clearly they weren't going to be kept here any longer than they had right? Everyone must have families and friends they needed to return to. And besides, what could the Queen herself possibly have use for of them? Surely nothing at all in Inadi's thoughts.