Surrender to the Wolflings

Seeing the extremely unfavorable odds, you give up and drop your weapon. The mace falls to the floor with a loud clang, making a small Wolfling jump back. The clan leader raises an eyebrow.

"I yield, oh great king," you say and take off your helmet. "Please spare my life, I will do anything in return."

"You have killed many of my kin." He leaned close, his muzzle inches away from your face. "Wait. You smell like no adventurer. You smell like... us."

"Yeah, I'm not really one. Just trying my hand at the life," you said sheepishly.

"It is not your place!"

"Does it matter?"

The leader rears back up to full height and crosses its arms. "Does it matter? Child... that is a good question."

"Right, so does this mean you're letting me go?"

"You have still raised your hand against us! Where would our pride be if you were to leave now! Guards! Lock her up!"

Several Wolflings approach. At spear point, you take off your armor and strip naked, before being bound and led off. They bring you further into the village and throw you into a wooden cage.

Things have sure turned for the the worst.