Taking a stroll along the mountains, you come across a familiar-looking shorty wandering around with a large wooden cart in tow.
Having a long, hard think at the person you’re currently making uncomfortable with your observational glare, you’ve come to a conclusion - she must be the chicken harpy!
You run towards her as she waves a 'hello', stopping the cart to allow you to catch up. Giving out her usual spiel about the eggs, she giggles and thrusts out a hand.
“Hey sunshine, do y’have any elixirs you can give me today?”