You walked along a path in the mountain range of Gora. Suddenly you feel a gust of wind; but, as the gust continues, you see some feathers in it. More feathers are added to the mix until they gather in front of you, swirling in place as the come together to form a vague shape. This then turns out to be a woman, but not just any woman, a harpe. As she flies above you, she looks at you with a malicious, but somewhat flirty grin.

"Well, well. What do I have here?"