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"It's okay, it's okay, just help me to my feet." As Cormac helped Astien up, he took a look around the area. There were a great deal of harpies. Attacking straightforwardly was out of the question. As soon as he hit one, the rest would overwhelm them.

In the center of the circle, straight ahead of Astien and Cormac was a harpy decorated in a large tribal hat and shiny stones. He must have been the chief. Sitting next to him was a harpy with a bandaged shoulder, waving around a very familiar dagger.

The harpy smelled the dagger, then pointed at Cormac. "That's him! He killed Fevan! He killed Fevan!" This caused a stir amongst the harpies, who were no longer simply sitting and watching, but howling in anger.