Hand over equipment

With limited options you accept to relinquish your weapons and armour. First, you hand over your sword and shield, and then begin to unclasp your armour. As your chest piece is removed your breasts bounce from escaping the constricting metal, the guard openly ogles them. You give out a sigh of disgust that you'd even think about trying to seduce this pig. With only your shirt, leather trousers and boots left to protect you the guard gathers your equipment in his hands, “Your weapons and armour will be taken to a locked safe, when you leave this place just come back for them, I'll need your name.” Telling him your name you follow him through the door in the gate.

The courtyard is huge, paved with stone it contains three main buildings. One building appears to be the barracks and armoury. You see the guard who greeted you take your equipment into the building. The building opposite has people leaving and entering it regularly, it is the living space for the workers and guests you guess. The building in the middle must be where the Lord is. It's door is huge, flags with an insignia of a wolf on a red background flutter against its walls and a large collection of guards are patrolling the exterior. A sizeable queue of denizens from multiple races are waiting to enter. Many seem impatient, they may have been there a long time if their expressions are anything to go by.

Before you can decide what your next action is you hear shouting coming from someone in a crowd, “Knight Gwen, imagine seeing you here!” A scrawny man comes jogging over to you, his robes flailing wildly. His hair's a mess and his glasses are barely staying on as he makes his way to you. He seems very familiar but you can't quite place him. “Of all the people I never thought I would meet the great Knight Gwen, slayer of demons.” You worryingly look around after his outburst seeing some people begin to look at you, “don't tell me you have forgotten about me, I'm the mage Norman the transmorpher!”

“Yeah I remember you scum, this is where you snuck off to!” You hiss at him while pointing to his chest. He was a mage who you hunted for months back home, every time you found his hideouts he was nowhere to be seen.

“Woah, that's a bit harsh Gwen, what have I ever done to you?”

“What are you an idiot?! You transformed people into animal hybrids without permission and didn't change them back. Not to mention the disturbing drawings of me as a dog girl you had scattered in your hideouts.”

“Now now, that's in the past, and anyway the people I changed liked their new lives. I'm guessing you need to see the Lord about something. You'll have to make an appointment in the living quarters for an audience, that could be weeks, trust me I know. My meeting however is tomorrow, I could help you out for a favour in return, what do you say?” You can guess what that favour would be, the people he did transform unfortunately did embrace their new lives without anyway to turn back. However, other options could arise by looking around the courtyard, his is just more of a guarantee.