Once in the town square...

The town was run down, with smoke still rising from the smoldering ruin you had torched and the shocked look of people whose lives had just been turned right-side up again. As their savior, there were plenty of grateful looks, but more than a few nervous stares as well, worrying about what you wanted in exchange for handling the slavers and what their friends would do after you were gone.

Your sharp eyes swept over the town carefully, and you spotted only a few interesting locations. The first was the inn with the delightful Brigitte and your new sex-slaves, as well as food and comfortable beds. Then there were the **** pens, filled with your new human capital, who might well be useful against the harpies. The third was the local church. You weren’t sure what god the locals worshipped, but it might be worth checking out to see if they could offer any help, in healing yourself, or hurting the harpies, though if they had any serious power, you’d have expected them to do something about the slavers running wild in the streets (well, tracks) of the village.

Of course, if you were feeling particularly confident, you could just head out to do the job you’d been hired to do…