Understanding what happened. Collection of information.

The shocking, disgusting event that took place causes sad thoughts in your mind: “If such vile events are possible in a sacred place - in a temple, then does this mean that the gods have left us without help? After all, the gods didn’t prevent this abomination? I have never been a particularly religious guy... But this horror only confirms that a reasonable person should rely only on himself, on the power of his own muscles, on the sharpness of his weapons and the strength of his armor. Relying on the gods, on the fact that adherence to religious dogmas and individual piety will help in any way is naive ... "

This woman's screaming makes it difficult for you to think. You start to get a headache from the noise.

You approach a frightened woman who is lying naked on the bed with her legs spread and her wet stretched pussy, which just a couple of minutes ago was fucked by the big dick of this... creature. Her large, curvy tits sway slightly from side to side. Her smooth skin, wet with sweat, exudes the aroma of a hot female, who is ready to take large excited dicks inside her lustful holes, which will again and again penetrate the depths of this depraved female body...

You felt that depraved thoughts were gradually beginning to penetrate your consciousness again.

We need to stop this...

You give a woman a light slap and you annoyed and loudly say, “Shut up!”

Due to the sudden pain, the frightened woman falls silent. She looks at you with eyes that are full of tears. She tries not to look at the corpse that lies on the floor.

You grumble dissatisfiedly: “Finally, get dressed.”

The woman looked offendedly in your direction and began to collect her clothes, which were lying on the bed.

A minute later this peasant woman was already dressed.

However, the consequences of the prolonged scream of this unfortunate peasant woman were not long in coming.

A couple of minutes later, two peasant militiamen burst into the room. One of them howled as a young guy (probably around 20 years old) who was wearing fur pants and a fur jacket. In his hands is a carpenter's ax. The second militiaman is a bald, middle-aged man (about 35 years old) with a small beard. He is dressed in leather armor, a fur cloak and leather pants. In his hands is a small spear with an iron tip.

The bald militiaman shouted as he burst into the room: "We heard a scream! What happened here? Did the wolf attack again?"

You gesture to the floor.

Seeing the satyr's corpse on the floor, the bald guy falls silent. His face shows a mixture of surprise and superstitious fear.

The young militiaman looks at the woman who is sitting on the bed and adjusting her worn cotton skirt.

Guy with an ax asks: “What are you doing here, Vela? I thought you were at home now, waiting for your husband to return...”

The peasant woman blushes with shame. She doesn't answer.

You break the awkward silence: “We need to thoroughly search the temple. This vile... creature, whose corpse lies on the floor, used some kind of strong magic to disguise itself and to influence the mind. I was able to overcome this danger with difficulty and kill this scum."

The peasant militia obey your order and search the building.

At this time, you remain in the room with a peasant woman named Vela.

The woman looks at you confused. There is a mixture of emotions in her gaze: shame, fear, interest.

She says plaintively: “Can I leave? Please…"

You answer: “No. You will remain in this room until the search of this building is completed. Besides, I have to interview you. I need to find out the details of how this horned monster got here. You might know something useful."

The woman sighs quietly and obeys. She continues to sit on the bed.

Half an hour later, two peasant militiamen return to the room. They have probably completed their search of the building.

When they enter the room, your mouth opens in amazement.

Two peasant militiamen are leading, holding an emaciated man by the shoulders.

This man has an appearance already familiar to you.

This is Priest Bernard!

He just doesn't look healthy at all.

This middle-aged man, with a flabby red face and very thick eyebrows, is dressed in a dirty and torn cassock. His face is drawn, there is darkness under his eyes. His brown eyes are watering. The left eye has a nervous tic. You can see Bernard's legs shaking with every step. Bleeding wounds, bruises and contusions are visible on the priest’s face and hands.

The bald militiaman says: “We found him in the basement. He was locked in a small room that had previously been used to store food. He was chained. There was no one nearby, it is unclear who was tormenting him. I have to tell you that he has problems... You probably won't like talking to him..."

You ask, “What do you mean?”

The militiaman says: “Ask Bernard about anything. You will understand what I mean.”

You are approaching the priest. The militia put him on a chair. They stand by to help if needed.

You look into Bernard's brown eyes. It's an unpleasant sight. He is unable to focus his eyes.

You ask him a question: “Bernard! Can you hear me? Can you tell me what happened? Why did this vile satyr enter the temple?”

The priest mutters something. His body is shaking.

You listen to the muttering.

It is difficult to distinguish the words, but you get the general meaning.

The priest’s muttering becomes louder, then subsides, becoming a whisper: “Doom... We are all deprived of hope... I don’t want to! No need! Please! Sinful! I'm sinful! I did not want! I couldn't resist... I thought it was ordinary... A monster... A vicious, unimaginable monster... The tentacles of sin penetrate everywhere... Vices swarm in our own shadows... I... I am sinful... I am cursed... No! Don't come any closer! Please! I can not stand! Hopelessness... My life will not be the same... I have lost everything... Vice has poisoned everything... Everyone will die... Even after ****, the torment will not stop..."

It's just a stream of nonsense. It seems that this unfortunate human sees some imaginary horrors and does not perceive reality well. It is difficult to extract any useful information from these fragmentary phrases.

You see foam dripping from the corners of Bernard's lips.

He is clearly in the grip of madness. His body is exhausted. He was probably tortured. But his mind is even more tormented than his body.

What should you do?

Should you try interrogating Priest Bernard again and try to extract grains of useful information from his words?

Or should you interrogate a peasant woman named Vela, who recently engaged in debauchery in this room with this disgusting satyr?

Or do you have other ideas?