Gandalf had finally managed to reacquire a pipe and some of the leaf that Bilbo had fortunately still had on him. Thus he could now be found leaning against a wall close to the practice ground, smoking the pipe and watching various people as they practiced with their lances and shields. The small old man was currently dressed in the old grey robes he had arrived in due to the simple fact that he still felt more comfortable in them than he did in the second-hand extras he'd been given from the guild here.

In addition to watching the others work, Gandalf's mind was working through the various issues he'd already encountered since waking on this world. Namely the fact that whatever had brought them here was capable of pulling things from different points in time, and there was also the fact that it had stripped him of all of his powers upon reviving him in this place... something he was still getting used to.