You were just on a hunt. A simple hunt: catch prey, bring it back to your tower, profit. Of course things could not be so simple.

In front of you is a tiny baby harpy, it yawns and looks up at you expectantly. You found it crying alone in the forest outside and your conscience wouldn't let you leave it. So here you are...a lone harpy with an orphaned child...what do you do now?

(The baby harpy's appearance, name, and gender is up to you! Feel free to add more details as the narrative continues.)