From what you can glean from Gorvind's memories, the sacrifice will not take place for a few days, although you still cannot put together the how or why. The fact that the candidates for sacrifice appear somewhat animalistic has thrown you for a loop. You are not sure why, but something in you had expected this world to be relatively "normal," like the world you came from. You hadn't even considered the notion that gods, magic, and half-human half-animal creatures might exist. What else might exist here that you are unaware of? Could Gorvind have hidden traits or characteristics you have not discovered yet? How can you survive, much less lead an army, in a world that you have no frame of reference for? So far, you have been able to rely on Gorvind's own instincts, but you have the feeling that will get you into trouble before long. You come to the conclusion that you need to procure some answers, and the source least likely to question you as to why would be the candidates for sacrifice themselves.
You get up and strap on your sword, having neither changed clothes nor slept since the night before. You stick your head out the tent flap, grimacing at one of the nearby guards.
"Send for Ivrin, now," you growl out, hoping you don't do anything to raise suspicion. The guard quickly bows and heads off to convey your message, and you turn back to your quarters. You realize how precarious a position you are in, since you are certain the army follows Gorvind because of his strength and brutality. Any hint of weakness may result in a knife between your ribs. You will have to be convincing if you want to learn about this world without letting on that something is wrong with you.
"My Lord Gorvind," a rather wary voice enters the tent, soon followed by its owner, Ivrin. You have carefully staged the scene, sitting alone in the center of your tent, calmly sharpening your large, heavy sword. It is not a pose that invites conversation or questioning. Although he tries to hide it, you are aware that Ivrin is slowly becoming more discomfited. Waiting until the tension is at a height, you quickly get up and sheath your sword in a single motion. Silently, you stalk out of the tent, and after a surprised second, Ivrin follows, trotting to keep up.
You walk over to the corral, a large barricade surrounding a group of the half-human half-animal creatures that were to be presented as sacrifices. The guards outside hurriedly snap to attention, somewhat shocked as your presence, as Gorvind had never shown any real interest in the sacrifice candidates before the actual event. You ignore them and Ivrin, carefully examining the sacrifices through the gaps in the barrier. Without warning, you swing open the gate and enter the corral, thrusting aside and knocking down any inhabitants in your way. Some glower, angrily, only held back by the large ropes which bind their limbs. Others collapse in tears, nearly insensible. You stop in front of one creature you noticed from outside the barrier.
You are not certain you can identify what animal features make up her characteristics, but you know she is definitely not completely human. Furry triangular ears emerge from long, wavy auburn hair. She even sports a matching tail, and a nose which looks like it would belong more on a muzzle than a humanoid face. The raggedy clothes which hang on her wiry frame are baggy and too large for her, and the ropes binding her wrists look like they have bruised them. However, none of this was the reason you approached her in particular.
Rather, she exudes an air of defeated acceptance that is made even more obvious by the fact that she does not make an effort to move or even look up at you as you tower over her. Her ears and tail hang dejectedly, but she does not cry or even whimper, as though she could care less about her fate. You grab her around the neck with a large hand and toss her out of the corral, trying to appear rough without hurting her too much. The guards at the gate take a step or two back, not sure as to your intentions. The woman, however, lies where you threw her, neither attempting to move nor stand up. You stride back out of the corral and motion to the figure on the ground.
"Bring her to my tent," you imperiously command, then turn back to your quarters before the astounded guards and Ivrin have time to react. After a second, you hear Ivrin snap at the guards, then attempt to chase you down. He does not reach you before you get back into the tent and return to your seat, re-drawing your sword and continuing to sharpen it as though nothing had happened. Ivrin is so frantic that he does not even bother to announce himself outside the entrance to your tent, but rather bursts in.
"My Lord Gorvind!" Ivrin gasps, nearly out of breath. "Allowing such a filthy creature into your tent, it is not proper! They are to be sacrificed!"
You wait a second as Ivrin pants, not raising your eyes from your sword. Then, piercing Ivrin with a cold stare, you reply.
"Are you questioning my orders, Ivrin?" you query in a dangerous tone of voice. Hearing your response brings Ivrin back to his senses, and he quickly backpedals.
"Never, My Lord, it's just that..."
"I have my reasons," you cut him off. "These creatures may have information I can use to procure a better sacrifice. The gods will visit fury upon us if we offer them such meager sacrifices. Do you wish to taste the gods fury, Ivrin?" you snarl softly.
Ivrin is too shaken by your manner to offer any more objections, but rather stumbles out of the tent. You can hear him bark orders at the guards outside, and soon another voice enters the tent.
"My Lord Gorvind!" the guard outside hails.
"Enter," you state evenly. The guards bring in your selected sacrifice, bound carefully although she offers no resistance. "Leave us," you growl at the guards, who, after an uncertain glance at each other, hurriedly abandon their charge.
You sit in your chair, the sword across your knees, and ponder your next course of action. Standing up, you decide to...