Leave Mace

Figuring that your master knows best, you leave the mace behind with your luggage, joining your battle ready compatriots who give you appraising looks. "I see you're ready to become our loot puppy already." Gary says loudly with a grin as he looks up and down your scantily clad form, "just sign here and here for the wager and we'll be on our way."

Reading the piece of parchment in front of you, you see:

I, Claudia hereby wager myself and my possessions against the party of Gary, Selile, and Royal on the date of ..... I recognize that I am in my right mind and that if I am unable to kill a single lvl 1 Goblin on this raid, I will forfeit my possessions and right to self autonomy, taking upon the legal title Loot Puppy as property of the party listed above and every member included within. I understand that this title renders myself as the possession of the parties listed above and is transferable through any standard sale or legal ruling. I understand that in the event that the party that owns myself is destroyed, I will present myself to the nearest government office to be allocated as the property of the state.

Blushing at the sheer absurdity of the legal jargon, you quickly sign the document. Wondering what you just got yourself into as your party starts to gallop off towards the goblin camp, leaving you to stumble behind after your steed,