A/N: I know this isn't what happened in the Neverwinter Zoo Rescue quest, but since this is fanfiction, I can alter the universe.
The Neverwinter Zoo was an imposing structure. If you listened closely, you could here animalistic screams of pain coming from the inside, followed by human laughter. Krisha turned to Grimgnaw.
"I guess I can see why the druid hated this place so much."
"Yes, this is the sort of thing our tree-hugging friend would abhor. He cannot see the beauty in these things."
The bard and her dwarven henchman had been told of the zoo by some of the villagers, but none had been inside to see it themselves. It was a pleasure only permitted to those of wealthy families, and even the head druid himself only knew of it by word of mouth. Still, if it was half as unpleasant as it looked, Krisha would have no qualms about destroying it from the inside.
Krisha and Grimgnaw stepped up to the door.
"You got any identification?" the guard demanded.
Krisha handed him a gem she had been given by an admirer.
"Come on in, then."
The door swung open, and she stepped inside. Her human height blocked Grimgnaw's view, so he couldn't see inside the door, or know why his mistress had suddenly stopped in her tracks. He touched her arm, but she didn't move.
"Mistress", he finally asked. "Is there something the matter? Something inside the zoo?"
"They guessed wrong", she whispered. "It's not a zoo."
"Not a zoo?"
She stepped aside, and as the monk came into the building, she hissed to him under her breath.
"It's a freakshow."
The first cage bore a sign reading "Wolf-Man". The creature behind it appeared to be an elf, but his body hair was frighteningly long and thick, his skin burned, and the skin around his mouth was stained with red. Grimgnaw recalled reading about the disease, Porphyria, which seemed to be afflicting the Wolf-Man. He snarled at the onlookers, and the man who seemed to be in charge struck him with a leather whip.
The next cage contained a man with a twisted skeleton, a deformed face, and withered skin- he was marked "The Living Corpse". The other cages contained a pinhead and a woman with neither arms nor legs who laws being leered at by the men on the other side of the bars.
Life produced these irregularities, Grimgnaw reasoned, but in death all were equal. He turned to share this insight with Krisha, but he realized that she had slipped through a side door.
When he caught up to the bard, he saw that she had a look on her face that he used to associate with fellow members of the Order. It was the look of a hunter.
"Krisha", he said, "You do realize that, since it turned out these were not animals, it is doubtful whether the tree-hugger will pay you for their rescue."
She pulled out her crossbow, and counted the bolts she had left.
"Grimgnaw", she said, "Do you know that I had my doubts about this quest? About whether killing humanoids in order to save animals was the right thing to do?"
"No, I didn't."
"Well," she said, baring her teeth, "I think my question has been rendered moot."
And with that she fired a bolt into the heart of a passing guard.
