Flirt

You make eyes at the old hounds. Perhaps they'd like to take a break from their oh-so-busy schedule for a little fun?

For the first time, you see something other than boredom on the guards' faces. They lead you over to the guardhouse, which seems to double as the town's jail. The hounds seem excited to try all those handcuffs and such that they never get a chance to use. These two may be a bit grey around the muzzle, but they have no trouble laying down the law - by force, if it strikes their fancy!

Eventually, they get so invested in the roleplay they forget you aren't really a criminal, and they leave you in the cell overnight. Unfortunately, the cell is cold, and damp. Very damp. You contract mega trench foot in both feet. No fair! You die!