Slowly your senses return. You notice first, through the grogginess of sleep, that you are warm and lying in a comfortable bed with the feel of clean sheets on your skin.

Slowly opening your eyes you look around at a fairly large room. Morning sun shines through the windows high up on the wall. Each of you are in a nice bed and clothed in your normal traveling clothes. Your belonging and equipment either hanging on a rack or sitting in a chair close by.

Looking around you see the others, both old friends and new, in other beds around the room. There are several darkened archways that appear to lead out of the room. You notice a small silver striped tabby cat as it jumps down from Kel'li's bed and wanders off through one of the archways.
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Sitting up, Kel'li says, "I guess someone wants us to work together."

“Mmmmm!” Basilisa stretched her arms with a smile positively feline in its satisfaction. She glanced at Kel’li. “It beats a bedroll on the ground, or a bed of straw!” The sliver cat caught her eye, but it sashayed off before she could coax it over.

As the others wake from their beds Cinnabar stands up, having apparently been crouched on the ground next to a bed that seems mostly unused, perhaps it had been used to prop her head against as she slept.  Looking around the room, and at each the others in the room it takes her a few more moments to come fully awake.

”It sure was nice of them to make sure we woke up again, but we should hold off on our assessment of their purpose for collecting us until we have at least some idea of how long it has been and how we got here.”

Lying in the bed, silently assessing the situation in which he finds himself, Joser suddenly stumbles to his feet, toppling the mattress and wrapping himself in a toga of quilt and bedsheet.
Where the fook am I?!  He is in a fighting stance, ready to trade blows with any who may prove to be a threat.  His head swivels back-and-forth, searching for possible foes,before he finally relaxes upon seeing the others.
How the fook we end up here?  His voice is calmer as he notices that all of their belongings appear to be present.

"Wherever here is, if they had intended us harm, we would not be well, and if they intended imprisoning us, we would be left without our things and separated from one another.  I would estimate that, whomever has 'gathered' us together has some task for which we are best suited and wants to ensure our safety.  But, that is a guess."

Tha's alotta work jus' ta be askin' us fer our help.  The urban warrior has a suspicious look on his face.Why na' jus' approach us inna bar?  Would'a been easier.  Why tha show?

Blue came to slowly.  Getting up from the bed proved less automatic for him, his method of shifting in place a less effective method for reaching his feet on a solid bed than, say, one that freely swayed.  He was on his feet none the same, donning his boots and gear without delay.

"Notta keen'un' fer drugin' inna lightaday."  Blue protested.  "Nota keen'un' fera bein' 'napped e neider."

Cinnabar doesn't seem worried about their surroundings, testing all of her gear and the magic she has associated with it as the others banter on.

“I recall a mist wafting over the street of Baldur’s Gate. Afterward, naught but pleasant dreams,” Basilisa said, as she examined her gear. “How considerate of our host—or hostess—to bring all our possessions.” The Bard looked specifically for the special item that had caused them so much concern.

After a few minutes of talking Bran and Softfeather both wake up. Though neither of them look especially chipper, apparently whatever happened and the trip to where ever you are did not sit very well with them.

A few moments later you can here the sounds of someone approaching from the direction of the doorway the cat had recently went through. You suddenly here the jingle of what sounds like glassware and such followed by "Damn it El, your going ta give and old woman a heart attack. You rotten cat."

A couple moments latter an elderly woman pushes a cart through the door. Looking over at you she smiles. "Ah your awake. Hope your hungry I've brought plenty to eat." Looking at the cart you see plates of various sliced meats and cheeses, bread, various vegetables and fruits, along with several pitchers of drink and mugs.

Moving towards his weapons, but not yet taking one up, Joser studies the elderly woman intently.  This would not be the first time he had encountered someone who appears defenseless but was truly someone of great power and dangerous intent.
Who are ye?  Where are we?

Kel'li eyes the woman intently.

The lady looks over at Joser with a smile. "I am Elah and as for where you are that is a bit more than I can explain. You may have to wait and ask Terlorn that one. All I could tell you is that it is somewhere not of Toril." She pours herself a cup of what appears to be a slightly brown liquid before moving over to a table with multiple chairs which you swear was not there a few moments ago.

Distracted for a few moments by the food Cinnabar's reaction quickly turns less than pleasant when the woman carrying it starts playing games with them.

”If you don't know where we are then it would probably be a good idea for you to take us to whoever does, so we don't have to force you or start breaking doors until we find the information ourselves.”

"I kinda have to agree with her.  Not that there might be things of interest here, but so far, it is just a mystery with no real clues."

Nah o' Toril?  Then where in all tha layers o' 'Ell are we?  Admittedly, the prospect of food is finding his stomach rumbling a bit.  'Ow long 'ave we been out?