You get a kick, rather painless in comparison to the ropes.
You see clearly as you're dragged through the dark, narrow corridors, and out into a large room, with monstrous looking statues all around it. There's a roaring crowd below the stage you're lying on, and a balcony running around the top of the walls, where the more wealthy looking people are gathered. They spit at your group, shouting all kinds of rude words. At the edge of the stage is a massive altar, crafted with obsidian, and smeared with blood.
Things aren't going so well. You turn your neck to look at your resources. You've got two children, an overgrown puppy, (who, to your amusement, is wearing a muzzle) a sleeping old man and a wizard. You reckon they definitely want you to die last, as a finale. You can only imagine what the city's official charges against you are.
You then take a quick look at the threats and problems. The armed guards everywhere, the massive crowd that wouldn't be happy to see you go, the impending danger of execution, and the quickly decreasing amount of time you have to think. Most of the others seem conscious, and that blasted girl is staring at you like a scared puppy. It's really putting you off.