<span style="color: #ffcc99">"you don't understand how the curse has effected Harpies... strong Harpies hate each other, me would rather gut another Matriarch and steal her flock then work with her. what is best for my flock is that we take territory from other flocks of make their weak Harpies into our own flock. is not slavery, slaves were the men we took to mate with. my flock listens to me because me knows what is best for them."</span>she looked up at Elerona and smiled.<span style="color: #ffcc99">"me thinks you is doing it. you need someone to talk to, you found me so you is talking to me and we may become that word you use... friend me think it was? but pass me that basket of meats, me is hungry."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>