
Jon
"You hear that Bear. You are in a song. And it calls you 'great'." Jon says to his companion.
Only at the line does he seem to notice that their stuff is gone, but he does not appear too worried.
"None of your 'things are gone'." He says to the bear, who gives him a lick that starts at his face and goes all the way around his head, leaving the short stubble all spiky and and sticky-outy in all directions.
If Jon is concerned about how they got here, he does not say anything. It was
his job to lead them down here, and admitting he does not know how it happened might not get him paid. City-folk are funny that way.
"Maybe one of us should try stepping out to check?" He suggests.
"If they don't come back, then..." and he is pretty sure 'they' means 'him', it could be dangerous out there,
"one of you can grab the... thing-uffin? and rush out as quick as they can? You know, in case it is a trap."
When something looks to good to be true, it probably isn't. Things displayed like that on pedestals are what he usually calls 'bait'.
Jon walks over to the illusion preparing to just put his head through like he has seen others put their hands through already, see what is out there.