Gandalf's eyes are still sore from the soot and flames in the mines of Moria. He groans as his vision becomes clearer, expecting to be trapped in a bed of stone. Instead, he sees intricately detailed ceilings and dark amber wood, beneath his calloused hands is a smooth surface, which he recognized as polished timber. He raises his head to observe his surroundings, just to see an array of portraits framed in gold, featuring solemn-looking men with... exotic clothing.

"What in the heavens are you doing here?"

Gandalf is shaken from his inquisitive stupor as a similarly exotically clad gentleman entered through one of the tall mahogany doors at the far side of the room. He is of average height for a human, greying hair with piercing eyes. 

"Good Morning!" Gandalf says as he stands up and dusts himself off, shedding soot and dirt onto the impeccably polished wood. He notices with curiosity that his grey robes have been replaced with a comfortably fitting white jacket and pants, not unlike the gentleman in front of him in all save for color. 

As he orients himself his memory started to return- a flash of the Balrog, a fall, and a meeting with Eru Ilúvatar where he was given his present mission.

Gandalf sees the bizarre intruder take a step back, as he crouches slightly to ready himself for combat. As the man clicks the heels of his... leather footwear, a pair of blades emerge from the tips. 

"Fear not, friend. I bring no harm, nor shadow upon your hearth. I am a mere traveler from a seemingly faraway land, as your attire and charming decorations are entirely foreign to me. Now, may I know where a wizard can obtain a bagpipe and a pouch and a decent pipe-weed?"