The man rushes over to the yeti with no wounds, and pours a bit of the alcohol down the poor thing's open mouth, the yeti then begins to wake up.

[i]"Who... What is that stuff?" [/i]The yeti sleepily spurts out before he begins taking more of the beverage.

[i]"I woke you up, this charming woman propped you up and the alcohol that helped me wake you up is called Long Island Ice Tea. Mind showing that note to the owner of this tavern good bartender?" [/i]The man in the many uniforms says as he takes a new seat near the giant fluffy monstrosity. 

The note has multiple collections of coordinates accompanied with six numbers per collection of coordinates.