Eryn considered himself a good kid. Or as good of a kid as he could be, considering he was son to his villages executioner.

So when he was picked from all his peers to bring offerings to their god, he was ecstatic. He’d learned in sessions that their god was powerful, and that many places aside from their village worshipped him; such a strong power required lots of energy, so while gods held no real need for offerings of any particular sort their village always offered ways to help keep their god in shape. He was told to offer anything that their god could stomach: crops, cattle, food they made for themselves, and if that didn’t suffice then prisoners would come next; but they’d never had to get to that last point, normally having filled his stomach with everything else they could offer before they could even consider it