They find the harpy.

Arthur climbs over one last rock to reach another plateau. There, sitting on some rubble, is a cute girl with bright blue wings for arms. They match the feather he found earlier. Apart from that, and her avian legs the start from her thighs and lead down to her talon feet, she appears human. She has beautiful golden eyes, a soft complexion made even cuter by a tint of pink across her face, and her outfit is even more alluring. She has a loose-fitting burgundy shirt that barely comes all the way over her busty top, offering a generous amount of underboob cleavage depending on how she moves. Around her hips is a pair of dark brown shorts that tightly hug the curves of her rear. Her blue hair curls down at the bottom of her neck, and the whole head of it seems messy--he isn't one to judge.

"We come... in peace..." Arthur pants out. He lowers himself to lean his hands against his knees and takes a moment to catch his breath.

Brig waves.

The harpy sinks back nervously. She slowly stands--her talons easily gripping the rocky terrain as she moves. Her jugs bounce easily in her barely fitting top. It looks like they could fall right out if she moves incorrectly.

"My name is Arthur Kurz. I'm here for two reasons. One is to hopefully get to know you better. I'd like to increase my knowledge of your kind, and perhaps we will even be friends. Two is to investigate why it is that you're alone, and hopefully help."

She looks surprised. Carefully, she step forwards. "R-Really?" she asks shyly. "You want to know more about me? You better not be tricking me..."

"I would never. Honest. Please, tell us why you're alone. You look exhausted."

"You can tell... Well, I came here in search of help. My sisters are in trouble."

"Trouble?" he asks. "We'll help immediately. I hope you return the favour simply by allowing me to ask you some questions afterwards."

She smiles softly. "Of course."

"Then lead the way, please. Tell us what's wrong on the way."

She flutters ahead and the two of them follow.

As she perches on a stump a distance away, she turns with a frown. "These bad men came three days ago," she explains. "They wanted to harvest our feathers. First they pulled some from my sisters, and then a few from me. And then they said they'd come back again for more."

"Awful!" Arthur says through struggles breaths. "Why didn't you all just flee then?"

"We are... friends with a couple of the villagers. The men knew, and threatened their lives."

"Truly terrible," Brig speaks up.

"And they were heading up there not long ago. I went to find help, but I didn't even know what I was looking for," the girls sobs. "Please! Help my sisters if you can! I'll speak with you all you'd like after that. I would be super happy to get to know you more!"

Brig draws his blade. "Gladly," he utters beneath his non-existent breath. "We best be close."

"We are." She points with one wing to a cave up ahead.