Put in the stocks

The orc woman barked a few orders at the orc behind me. He grabbed me again and carried me to a small pillory in front of the tent. It was a crude thing made of wood with holes for the head and hands. Seconds later, I was locked within it.

“We usually get one of the local night elves in here. You are the first human to grace it, little human!”, she said with a guttoral chuckle.

The pillory restricted my head movement, but I could see from the corner of my eyes that the orcs in the camp started gathering around. Is this really what passed for entertainment here?

She proceeded to shout something to the orcs around us to which they replied with a loud, resonating laughter.

“What did you tell them?”, I asked nervously.
“Oh, nothing. I told them you were going to tell us about Astranaar or we would have a lot of fun, you and I... and them, potentially.”
“Fun? What fun?”
“Don’t you worry, little human. All you need to do is answer my questions truly and all will be fine. Understood?”