<span style="color: #4dffa6">"You different from other harpies, you talk strange. Most other harpies dead though. My whole flock is dead and wolf people ate whoever tried to flee with me."</span>She tilted her head and moved to perch on the railing.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"See them, they trying to kill me. They kill sisters and matron." </span>She pointed off into the distance where several cloaked figures rode massize wolves towards the home.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"I kill two, but they have magic weapons. Maybe your owner can kill them? I would just go away and find own home." </span>She watched the group closely and leaned to the side as a silver bolt buried itself in the house where her head had been.<span style="color: #4dffa6">"What Eru say? Owner kills them and I leave?" </span>She grabbed the bolt and it began to float in her mangled talons, frost and storm energy swirling around it before it launched back at the riders but was evaded.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>