Good or no, when a large and scary war forged army puts your first-level-wizard ass in a half-human pen and promises a slow and gruesome death to those who are more human than not, you tend to say whatever you have to in order to be put in the “live until not useful” category. I’m still neutral. I just have 1d4 hit dice.
I haven’t gotten up yet, but I can tell from the quality of light outside that the woods are coated in ice and snow.
It’s winter time!
Wearing pajamas inside out works even in adulthood, right?