"Nnnghh..." You try to force your eyes to stay closed, but the sunlight is bothering you. The pleasant dream you were in slowly fades as you return to consciousness, and as the dream fades, a strong pain in your body surfaces, as if to replace it. It was like you had slept in a bad position all night. Yes, your old mattress should have been replaced a month ago, but still... You feel something different. Your bed feels very hard, harder than usual, and you see to have slept in a shrunken position. Not to mention that you feel as if something hard is squeezing your body in several places.
You open your eyes and look around. Immediately, you feel disoriented. You are clearly not in your apartment! The white tiled walls and floor of your room have been replaced by polished wooden walls and floors. The scarce cheap furniture from IKEIA, too, have been replaced by handcrafted furniture made of stone and wood. And even your bed have changed, well, shrunk in size - it looks like a cradle from how small it is now! In fact, the whole room seems to have become some kind of miniature rustic dwelling. Looking closely, all the furniture seems too small for a human, and when you stand up, you end up having to squat your head a little to keep it from hitting the ceiling.
"W-what the hell...?" You grumble, the adrenaline rush of waking up in a strange place immediately clearing your mind of any remaining sleep you had. How had you ended up in what was for all intents and purposes a dollhouse?
Trying to take a step forward, you realize something else. That pain you felt, that feeling of something hard and heavy squeezing you, turns out to be a full armor of steel covering your body. That's enough to make you almost freak out. Why the hell are you wearing armor in a fucking dollhouse?
While you are freaking out, you don't notice how a door on the other side of the room opens, and a small creature enters the room.
"Sir ${Your name}, I just came to tell ya' that breakfast is served downstairs." A small voice said, as I stared in astonishment at the small creature that had spoken. She was a humanoid creature, so short that she was about knee-high, but still clearly adult, judging by the size of her thighs and breasts. Her skin was green, her head and eyes slightly larger than normal, like something out of a cartoon, and her ears were big and pointed. The little creature stared at me with a look of indifference, and when she realized that I wasn't answering, she arched an eyebrow. "Is something wrong, sir? Why with the long face?"
"W-what are you? Where am I?" That was all you could say, your voice trembling. The creature frowned slightly, confused.
"You are Sir ${Your name}, and you are at the Sleepy Goblin's tavern. Did you drink too much last night?" She seemed more annoyed than concerned. Wait, had she said "sleepy goblin"? A goblin, like in fantasy stories? Is that what she was?
"I-I don't know how I got here..." You tried to say, wanting very much to ask her again what she was, but feeling that this would be too rude.
"Unless you lied and are just some drunk... You said you were Sir ${Your name}, a knight on a mission to slay a dragon. You are in the town of Trebost..." She repeated, leaning forward slightly as if she hoped this would jog your memory. "You know, in the kingdom of Smolarion...?" She insisted, but still nothing, you don't know what she is talking about. Finally, the goblin seemed to give up. "Look, I have other things to do. Breakfast is served downstairs, and if you are going to sleep over, remember that you have to pay for another night here." She turned and closed the door she had come in through, leaving you alone in the room again.
You sat up in that small bed. There was a lot to process there. What to do next?