It was a stormy, cold winter morning, you were out getting things for dinner when it started to rain heavily. You managed to take cover before it got bad, now the rain has called down a bit but it's still drizzling a bit.

As you step out into the fresh rain scented valley you hear some noises.. it sounds like it's coming from in the bushes by the creek, as you approach they get louder. Now, you see a small harpy who laid on the shore drenched and wet with water, he's cut, bruised and his clothing is torn. His moves slowly as if he was struggling to breathe.. You're just barely about to hear soft pained, 'squeaks' coming from him, as he lay there in pain.