Bruno still wasn't finding any of this particularly strange or confusing, it was a non-factor for him. How did he get here? Who are these people? Why did a miniature train on a miniature railroad carry a miniature meal into his mouth? (miniature) He cared not for these answers. He accepted the meal (if only by default) and continued to sit, placid and docile. He had no axe. There was nothing to be done.

He completely ignored the check. A complete non-issue for Bruno the Undead Axeman. He stared dully in the vague general direction of the man sitting in front of him.