Harpy Mating season is beginning, and you make your way to the Harpy festival. As a boy harpy, you must find a girl harpy. But as you make your way, a specific harpy catches your eye. It's no girl. It's instead a male harpy, one who is sitting alone in the trees instead of going to the festival. You flap over to him, he looks at you, some kind of glint in his eye, and he says. "Hello...Are...Are you not going to the festival?"