...to find himself in a bar. It looks like a regular tavern that you might find near the port of Ostenso, except cleaner. And without any other people in it.

This is very much not his room! He casts Detect Magic. 

There is no magic in the room, save for the bar counter, which radiates a moderate aura of conjuration.

A napkin appears on the bar counter from nowhere.

:Welcome. The bar isn't very lively right now, I know. Would you like something to eat?:

As he's deciding what to do, the door opens again, and a woman comes in.  She's wearing a homespun dress looking much better than a Chelish peasant, maybe something like people might wear on city streets.  If he's very observant, he'll notice a ring on her finger with a blue gemstone.

She suddenly looks excited at seeing the bar, and quickly runs in.  "Hello!" she says.

"Hello," he says back. He doesn't seem to notice that he's speaking a different language, and that the properties of the place are translating his intent for him. 

That is a rather nice dress. Is she a noble? Probably is, with that ring. Looks expensive. He is now about to ask a question that is going to make him look stupid.

"Do you happen to know where we are?" He takes a seat at the counter, carefully shifting his loose robes to avoid catching.

The bar replies by means of napkin again.

:You are at the Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe. I'm Bar. I can make any food and drink you want, should you want it. The nature of this place causes certain doors to open into this place, rather than the one they would normally lead to.:

"I was in Kirbrightshire, but now I'm thinking I'm not anymore."

She happily steps up to the counter, and looks at the napkin in surprise.  "Oh!  Have you see any unicorns around here?  And where're you from?"

"...Huh.  This is not the bar I was looking for."  This is the introduction Conrad, Bar, and Lila get to a multiversal traveler who's already pinching the bridge of her nose in something akin to frustration as she slips into Milliways, door closing in a smooth motion behind her.  "Then again, it had gotten kind of dead over there, so I suppose a change of scenery's in order."  (And speaking of scenery, the brief glimpse of the world behind this woman's door has so much glass and steel as to look like an absolute extravagance, to say nothing of how brightly-lit the place is in all sorts of neon colors.)

She hums for a moment, and pulls out a chair at one of the tables scattered around.  "...By the way, do let me know if I'm being rude; a lady shouldn't ogle her host without their consent to some degree, but..."  Her hands gesticulate wildly, almost of their own volition.  "Well, with the sheer elegance of this work, even if I can hardly make heads or tails of the overall design of your magic, I really want to look at it."

She's clearly directing her comments at the bar.

"And I'm guessing the rules are much the same as the other place - no wanton violence on threat of ejection or worse, for example - but do you have a sign or a shpiel or something?"

Her fingers drum on the tabletop as she lounges somewhat askew, and takes in her fellow patrons.  "...If I'd known I was going to run into the high fantasy crowd, I'd've looked the part, but noooo, I get picked up in full post-cyberpunk finery.  ...Eh, I'm the odd one out most of the time anyway, and it's not like I can't change later if I need to..."  Though it's not like she's really gone full cyberpunk in her aesthetic du jour; it's an eclectic mashup of "functional", such as the heavy-duty boots, "sentimental", which is mostly evident in the profusion of accessories that were clearly gifted to her or at the very least chosen for symbolism rather than coherent aesthetic style, and what's probably "societal", such as the glaringly geometric and shiny abomination of a shirt - it's not even got a recognizable pattern, it's just lines and shapes all over with no rhyme or reason - that she's wearing beneath a much more sober (albeit nonetheless bright red) probably-leather jacket.  If Conrad's still Detecting Magic, this woman has so many auras.  Some seem to be off and to the left, like a Banished creature or item is.  Some seem to be parts of other objects, like the two sharp points of evocation aura emanating from the bracer, which probably isn't a proper bracer given the way it's constructed (there's buttons and levers and panels!) but is definitely something of use, on her left arm.  Some are even recognizable; there's what's very probably a Decanter of Endless Water, done in metal, clipped to the belt loops of a pair of black denim jeans.

"Hi!  Who're you lot?"

Lila's hand instinctively goes to her ring when the newcomer arrives, but a moment later she tries to make it look like she's naturally folding her hands.

But she keeps staring at the newcomer, trying to make sense of her clothes and also her behavior.  "You're talking to the bar?  And - you've seen places like this before?  I'm Lila; this's my first time out of my world, but I've talked with people who've been there, and they haven't mentioned anything like... well, like this or like what you look like you're from?"

She pauses a moment, obviously looking at the newcomer's pants.  "Excuse me, but... were you trying to disguise yourself as a man or something?"

"Well of course I'm talking to the bar; the bar can talk back, it's only polite to acknowledge - excuse me, do you have preferred pronouns?  And a name, goodness, I do apologize."  Another question for the bar, it seems.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Lila; you may call me Jane.  And in answer to your questions, no I am not trying to disguise myself as a man, but I picked up an unfortunate pants habit in more modern times than you're from; haven't gone back since because clothes from my home time have absolutely murdered the concept of womens' clothing that has useful pockets - they cut the openings, sew tiny pockets in, and then sometimes stitch the pockets shut again. I really don't understand the point of it all, but then it's not like any corporation that manufactures womens' clothing for mass consumption on my home planet was operating in a way that actually gave half a damn about utility to the consumer.  They just wanted to sell as many things as they could, as fast as they could.  Which is just absolutely empty-skulled of them if they thought more than a couple months ahead, but noooo, apparently they're legally obligated to be shortsighted inconsiderate dunderheads because something something shareholders.  Ugh.  I'm rather glad I'm not there, anymore, honestly; at least adventuring like I do tends to put me in front of problems I can solve.  Instead of dealing with politics.  I am not good at politics.  Apparently, 'care about general wellbeing, since regardless of whether you take instrumental pleasure in the act itself, your life will be better for the doing, because happy people beget happy people' and 'do no harm to those who offer you no harm' are controversial positions, whereas such statements are the cornerstone of my personal beliefs.

"Leaving aside any potential argument over implementation details.

"So, yes, I've been through far more multiverse-spanning adventures than I'd like, and thus this is not my first bar-in-the-places-between-realities.  Depending on how you count, it's not even my second.  As far as my outfit, people where I've most recently hung my hat for more than a single adventure just look like this all the time.  Yes, even the ladies, though you can rest assured that dresses still survive as an article of clothing even into the far-distant cyberpunk future, generally.  One of them is actually responsible for this garish abomination of a t-shirt ending up in my wardrobe.  Honestly, it's a little bit exhausting, visually, but I can hardly blame them for wanting to brighten things up, with the way my particular present home city recently had their ongoing disaster-cum-refugee-crisis rendered...no longer either of those, not to mention the way rebuilding's going more swiftly than even I'd thought it could.  Just have to hope something's not going to fall out of the sky and kill us all, at this point, and then I think all may very well be well.  Which means I'm probably going to start wandering off to more places again, because if I don't have a saving people thing, then I'm doing a really good impression of it with novelty-seeking and chronic overabundance of meddlesome tendencies.  Anyway, enough about me.  What's your story?  And you, other guy?"

Bar manifests a napkin nearest Lila. :No, I haven't seen any unicorns recently. Though I have seen a few, in my time here. I don't remember where I'm from. My earliest memories were already about being here. I can't exactly move, being a bar and all.:

Another napkin towards Jane. :Yes, you guessed correctly. No fighting here. I also discourage trade of physical items here; I would prefer that this remain a bar and not a market. Talking is fine, though. My name is indeed just "Bar". They/them is fine.:

This has been a very unusual day. He won't say "bad", not just yet, but it certainly has been very unusual. He got transported to a ?demiplane? with a sentient construct bar that can conjure food and drink, and then in comes this woman with a thousand different magic items strewn all about her. He can't identify any of them – they're all totally unfamiliar. He should have paid more attention during his wondrous item classes.

He listens to Jane's speech. That is...a lot to take in. She definitely is some kind of outsider from a different plane, except the way she phrases things implies she's from the future? She says she's an adventurer. That probably explains the magic items. What circle would she be? Hm...seventh, at least. Maybe eighth, to have that many magic items.

"This is also my first time out of my world." My story? She probably means his origin. Alright. 

"I am Conrad Ferrer, sixth-year first-circle wizard student at the Ostenso Wizard Academy in Cheliax." He adds hastily, "Uh, in Golarion."

As for Jane's pocket dilemma: "Have you considered a Bag of Holding? Or a Vest of All Tools?" It's likely she would already have them, with how many magic items she has. Though...if what she says is true, then what magic items her world might have might not be the same as what his has.

She reads her napkin.

"Well, then.  Pleasure to meet you, Bar."

"...Ostenso Academy, Cheliax, Golarion, I've heard of a Golarion before..."  She flips the not-a-bracer open, and taps away at some buttons decisively!  There's a soft glow on her face, as well, and notably, no magic in the part of the device producing the glow.

Then she makes a hissing breath between her teeth best described as displeased.

"Well.  That sure...is.  And I do not like that it is, but I'm not running around with epic levels, just a large bag of tricks, and I'm guessing that you've," she looks to Lila, "not anything worth mentioning as far as punching gods goes, not to mention whether you're in any way interested in meddling, so poking my nose in," she directs her attention to Cameron once more, "that door is more likely to get me smote than end up with a world more pleasing to me.  Fuck-er.  ...Have to admit, I'm tempted to see what happens if you feed modrons Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem, though.  ...Do you have modrons, or was that a different world...oh, no, you couldn't possibly have modrons.  Regardless.  There is a fundamental irony of logic that means it is possible to prove that some mathematical statements are unprovable, in a way that's distinct from 'it's not true, so it's proven false', and boy oh boy I wonder if they've figured that out where you are and what your Plane of Law's natives think about it.  Not that I'd necessarily be able to follow a word of the discussion; I just know the proof exists."

"As far as the usage of bags of holding...Well, for one, half of my objection ["re:": regarding] pockets is on the principle of the thing, because misogyny is bad.  The rest of my objection to magical solutions to pockets is that a) I don't actually need to fit much into the pockets I have in the first place, and b) it's rather unhelpful to reach into your bag for something in an antimagic zone and find out that the bag's dead, so I try to avoid that happening.  Though there's a few interesting tricks I've picked up how to do that let me..."  She shuts her mouth with a frustrated 'click'.  "I don't necessarily think it's in my best interests to geek out about trickery with magic in your general direction at this time, though, as much as I do so sorely wish to.  I don't think I've yet to encounter a formally trained wizard, either, which is so frustrating when I have to consider that if I talk shop with you, there's an unacceptably high risk that Asmodeus lives up to being the god of tyranny.  Your lot's capable of such bullshit given half a chance, and some of it's even practical, if the rules as written hold...though, now that I think about it, I'm not sure how many of the really interesting builds I've seen involved any wizard levels...probably any ever, I'm very sure there was something with mystic theurge and there was that 'optimize for highest possible spell level' challenge that probably had a wizard in it...Anyway.  I imagine that the both of you have a whole lot of questions, and while I can't commit to answering any of them, necessarily, you may as well ask.  ...And Bar, too, for that matter."

Lila accepts the note from Bar bemusedly.  "Then I suppose the unicorns must come from somewhere else - or maybe they get their far-jumping powers the same way as your doors work?"

Her eyes go wide at Jane's report.  "I wish I could help with the politics, but I couldn't really do anything without knowing more - the stories you've told are so strange to me..."

She falls silent (while Conrad asks his question)

Lila starts at Jane's response.  "You know Conrad's world - and there's a god of tyranny there -

"We had a god of tyranny once, or something like that.  We don't even know how long he ruled; he destroyed all the calendars.  The only thing that finally stopped him was an army of Fay from another world coming, and then flooding half the continent.  Even then, he just ran to another world.  That was almost three thousand years ago."

She turns to Conrad.  "I'm sorry.  Most of the Fay are gone, but I can still ask some of them to help."

"...I'd offer to look up information on your unicorns, Lila, but the irony of this is that they're too commonly placed across a wide swath of worlds for me to even properly narrow it down.  That said, knowing they can, teleport?  That they can teleport, helps, probably, but I don't think the search will cooperate with me as much as I'd like it to just based on that.  Do you know the name of your world, or iconic figures or places within it?  And what have they been up to recently, and are you significantly acting upon any of those figures?  It probably affects the accuracy of my search, because I've never found me on this thing and I doubt I'm going to start now, even though I've been places I recognize, so I'm assuming there's a significant chance I'll find data on worlds that don't contain a you."

And then, she wanders off into the Pathfinder-y weeds, and Lila responds.

"...Unfortunately, Golarion is both better and worse off than that; better off in that the god of tyranny is in fact contested by several other gods, worse off because the forces that give rise to gods of tyranny are part of the cosmology itself; the fundamental nature of things there is to be some parts Good and Evil, some parts Law and Chaos - Asmodeus, that god of tyranny, is Lawful Evil - and I don't think that's readily...mmm.  Alterable.  Though you can, in fact, punch Asmodeus in the face, if you're good enough at punching."

"Of course our unicorns are across a lot of worlds!" she says with a smile.  "They would be.  They don't talk - I'm not sure they're sapient - but they seem like they'd be like that.

"Our world has a lot of different names... I think the Fay call it 'Bydth'?  It's got the Mountain of Assembly, the Lebo-Ganeh Isles, the Realm of Maranon where I'm from...  it used to have the Empire of Pamydal, but that's fallen apart now..."

"You're saying Golarion's nature is that you can't drive out the god of tyranny?  But that's a bad story!  There needs to be a hope, a possibility of fixing things and Good defeating Evil!

"So that has to be a false belief from within the story.  Maybe the answer is that someone from outside that cosmology needs to change things!"

"Unfortunately, Golarion isn't part of a story, it's part of a game.  Within which you tell stories.  And games have rules, which you can ever break and bend...but it requires supreme effort, allowances within the rules themselves, or acts of higher powers than these.  You could absolutely drive out the god of tyranny, with, ironically, enough force!  The thing is, you couldn't drive out the Lawful Evilness.  There might not always be an Asmodeus, but there's probably always going to be devils.  ...Huh, I can't find a Bydth.  Then again, it's not like I found there," she waves a hand at her door, "on a search either."

"Of course every world's got more than one story.  Everyone's got their own story, even if it's a really small and simple one.  And the evilness didn't go out of our world when our god of tyranny fled, either..."

She falls silent for a moment, remembering something, and then runs her left hand through her hair.  Whoever's detecting magic will be able to see that her blue gemstone ring is definitely strong magic, and her hair also has some magic residue in it, as if she'd been sprinkling some magical powder in it.

Jane speaks quickly. It takes all his attention to keep up. She gives off Nethys worshipper vibes. Not that he's met one (well, one that worships Nethys as their primary deity, at least), but it definitely fits the stereotype. 

"I don't know what modrons are. By Plane of Law...which plane are you talking about? We have three: Heaven, Axis, and Hell."

He smiles at the next bit. "Yes, I agree that misogyny is bad. Cheliax has universal education for both boys and girls, and that applies to subsidized wizard education too. It's part of what makes Cheliax great and powerful." A swelling of pride in his chest.

He does not smile after that. ¿Of course Asmodeus lives up to being the god of tyranny? It's part of his portfolio. It's strange to Conrad how Jane somehow knows a lot about Golarion despite never having visited. He would love to learn more about otherworldly magic, but it seems that the outsider will not be forthcoming about that.

What's wrong with tyranny? Conrad is put off by Lila's comment, but it doesn't show on his face.

"Yes, Asmodeus is the god of tyranny. Asmodeus has no interest in destroying calendars, though? That sounds more like a Chaotic thing." Should he give a lecture on theology? Probably not. 

"Asmodeus is concerned about every individual having a place in society," he says instead.

He turns to Jane. "You should not punch Asmodeus in the face. Not that you even can. Gods don't have bodies. And yes, you can't alter it – that's how Pharasma made the world."

Back to Lila. Abyss damn it. He's stuck in a demiplane with a Good noble that has a magic ring and magic hair, and a high-circle adventurer with absurdly many magic items. Okay. Focus. Give up, lose hope, endure. That's what he was taught. It's probably pointless to try and show them why Lawful Evil is the best and why Asmodeus will end up conquering all the planes and all the worlds.

¿Golarion is part of a game...story? No, focus. Communing with Nethys leads to madness. Ignore that part. What's important? The bracer-that's-not-a-bracer. Which is apparently not magic. But seems to be giving Jane information. 

He turns to her. "What's that thing you have on your arm? The bracer with the...glowing rectangle."

The comment about not being able to punch Asmodeus in the face prompts a raised eyebrow, a burst of rapid takkita takkita tak click click, and an expression of some surprise.  "Huh.  I stand corrected; on Golarion and the class of worlds-that-run-on-its-design-principles, you cannot, in fact, punch gods directly.  Not that I'm going to let that stop me from trying, given half a chance.  There's a lot of similar worlds and systems in which the gods are very punchable, however.  Still remember the tale in which a friend of mine kicked Demogorgon's - hm, no, let's not offend the lady's sensibilities with how I'd normally finish that sentence.  But let's just say that I'm very convinced the fellow was not only merely dead but really most sincerely dead.  And as far as planes - Axis is very likely the one I mean, by process of elimination and also because it's a math word.

"This?  A portable computer, or in other words a rock that some very clever tinkerers have tricked into thinking.  Except it's not actually intelligent, just doing a lot of math."

It seems that however this woman wizards, she can see that there's magic in Lila's ring and hair, and she keeps trying to politely figure out what the heck they do without being invasive about it.  "Of course there's more than one story you can tell about a world, but there's a difference between the stories you tell with bulleted-list outlines and the stories you tell by rolling dice."

"I don't recommend punching Asmodeus, even if you can." It's probably not worth it to give any more advice. If she gets smote, she gets smote. He gave her due warning.

He turns to the computer. "Fascinating! So it's like a golem, then? A golem that can do math? Golems and constructs do not show up as magical. How is it able to procure information for you?"

Clearly, there's no chance that he's going to be able to do his homework anymore, and he's hungry over having skipped dinner. He turns to Bar and requests a bowl of beef stew and several slices of bread.

"Do I have to pay?" He has about 4gp in his wallet right now.

:You do not have to pay!: Bar replies in a napkin beside the stew. It's the best looking stew Conrad has ever seen. And it tastes just as wonderful. He ignores the conversation for a minute just to eat. 

:I should tell you all that time passes differently in the Milliways. So long as you are here, time will not pass in your homeworld. It's very convenient, no?: