You suddenly awake in a small room; you have no recollection of arriving here--wherever here is. After several long moments you realize the sounds you hear are those of an inn, and you climb out of bed to face the strange place. Your belongings are in a chest at the foot of the bed, all entirely intact and untouched. As you walk into the common room, you see a myriad number of people that seem to be from every possible aspect of life. There a man dressed in the robes of a wizard, there an Orc arguing with the barmaid, in the corner a small group of gnomes gathered around a warforged.
"Oi, the new one woke up!" You can't tell who called out, but most everyone's attention soon focuses on you. "Welcome stranger, looks like you're our latest arrival," the speaker is a rather portly old dwarf. His beard is a strange metallic silver, and his eyes gleam a nearly golden brown, "welcome to the bottomless flagon, make yerself comfortable, ye will likely be here for a long while. Some of the folk in here've been for almost a year."
Seeing the confusion evident on your face, he chuckles, "it ain't called the bottomless flagon for no reason, the gods themselves maintain this place, ye should find it comfortable enough a place until we find out why you're all here."
"Me? I run the inn."