To the stockade.

K-T was being led to the center of the village. A circle shaped place surrounded by probably a temple, definitely a tavern, two big official looking buildings and half of which was filled with the stalls of an open air market. It was only when K-T noticed the strange contraption facing between the temple and one of the official looking buildings that K-T remembered that prison cells for common criminals was a quite recent development in history, especially for lesser infractions.

He barely had time to react before he was bent over and got his head and wrists locked between two heavy pieces of wood with half circle holes on each. The stockade was as much a way to hold a criminal as it was punishment itself. The prisoner would get hungry, suffer the elements and get shamed for his crime by other citizens. He of course would have even suffered that gladly, but he was in this completely naked, with his exposed lower half pointed towards the crowded market. Even the thought that all of these people were just NPC in a game did little the reduce the embarrassment considering how realistic they were.

"You will wait here and reflect on your crimes. Tomorrow morning the Legate will be in town and will hear your confession before giving you your sentence." explained one of the guards before both of them turned back to go guard the gate again.

"Wait! This is a mistake! Don't leave me here like that! I can explain, I'm not a criminal or a cultist or whatever you think!" he shouted.

"Keep it for the Legate." was the only reply he got.

He could only wait, hoping that the game at least had a sleeping mechanic to help him skip the night. The villagers were not making fun of him for being naked at least, most of them looked more afraid of him. He could hear the same comments from them as he did while getting there. At least the game had not programmed the practice of throwing mud or rotten fruit on the people in the stockade like it often happened in history.

His attempts to speak with anyone or ask for help were useless. The only interaction he had got before nightfall was a guard who let him drink some dodgy tasting water from a waterskin, showing the immense attention to details of the game. No food was offered even when he asked for. To make things worse the guard had fitted him with a gag after giving him the water.

"You were pretty noisy today and some criminals think it is funny to stop brave people from sleeping by screaming all night." explained the guard. The gag was a stick coated in some rubber like substance, fastened behind his neck with a leather strap that had holes on one end to adjust the size. Some primitive but efficient design that left him completely mute.

With the market deserted he was left alone to wait the whole night for his judgment.
He had checked the game menu, but his inventory was completely empty and even his skills were greyed out.