Y-yes. They're a bit like trolls, I suppose. [What would this woman's frame of reference be? She strikes her as Norse, but after seeing the breadth of Restless she can't be certain anyone came from the same Earth as she.] Large, usually with horns, brightly coloured. Infamously violent. Th-they can swallow a human in one gulp.

[A thought less than pleasant considering the circumstances. She gives the bigger woman a sidelong glance as she imparts her two cents, and privately agrees. The harpies themselves are just big buzzards. They're flocking to a corpse at a tent and oof, there goes her gut. Don't mind her shuffling to keep Eivor's body between her and the grim sight. Towa City had corpses a-plenty and packs of brain-washed kids to play with them. Eating them is another thing entirely. She's still not good with gore. She doubts she ever will be.

The woods only thicken as they leave the ill-fated traveler behind. She inches closer, nerves beginning to fail her. Fukawa doesn't think she's been this deep in nature in her whole life. This was a mistake. A huge one. What use could she possibly—

Was that music?

She reaches for the woman's sleeve.]

Um...Th-that...you hear that, right?