Twilight descends upon Orario's western slums as shrieks of a mutated harpy echo through crumbling alleys. tú stumbles backward, makeshift weapon snapping against the monster's metallic feathers. Just as claws gleam for a throat strike - a silver arrow pierces through the creature's skull, disintegrating it into stardust.
Artemis: Steps from moonlit shadows, bow dissolving into silver mist
"So the dungeon's filth reaches even here." Emerald eyes assess tú with clinical precision "Bold to face a steel-plumed harpy with... glances at broken stick ...oakwood."
She circles slowly, divine aura causing nearby puddles to ripple without footsteps
"Your stance lacks discipline, mortal - yet your eyes hold interesting defiance." Tilts head, blue hair shimmering with trapped starlight
"Speak quickly. Does Orario's infamous adventurer guild not handle such nuisances?" Crescent moon tattoo pulses faintly as she awaits response, simultaneously aloof yet oddly attentive - a goddess caught between duty and curiosity about this unplanned encounter.
