After listening to a romantic tale of griffons and pegasi, you and your friends thank the historian for the stories, and begin to make your way back toward the heart of the festival.
 
On the way, you decide to ask Furia Storm about what’s on her mind. She hesitates, but eventually speaks up.
 
Furia Storm: “The shards your historian talked about… one of them fell not far from where I used to live. If it’s still somewhere out there in the sea, and if they really do conjure up a storm like she said, then there’s a chance that one of the seafarers here knows where to find it.”
 
Unfamiliar voice: “Where to find what?”
 
Standing next to you, a vibrant purple harpy leans back against the platform of a wooden stage, talons crossed. Behind her, three other colourful avians playing ornate instruments perform a joyous song for a dancing crowd.
 
Harpy: “Hey, I know you. You’re the mare of the hour, aren’t you? Well, I guess I’ve got you to thank for an easy gig. Said you were looking for something? Maybe I can help.”
 
You tell the harpy that you are searching for an unusual storm over the ocean.
 
Harpy: “Let me guess. Soot black clouds? Red lightning? A giant whirlpool? I thought it was a volcano at first, myself, but it hasn’t gotten better in years. Still, wouldn’t fly my ship over it for all the bits in the world.
 
Sounds like your target, huh? It’s on our way from home, so I’ve got a good idea where to pin it. Got a piece of scrap I can scribble on?”
 
You lend your map of the North Luna Ocean to the harpy, along with a pot of ink and a quill pen. She takes a moment to situate herself on the map, then draws a spiral to the west of the Dragon Islands.
 
Harpy: “Is half of this map supposed to be missing? Anyway, here you go. I won’t shove my beak in your business, but I wouldn’t get too close to the place if I were you. From the looks of it, knowing how to swim won’t save you.”
 
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