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... is briefing.

"Once inside the caldera, we'll need a way to either ditch our escort, or make sure they can't follow us. Because as soon as the harpies spot us, there won't be time to tell them to run. Harpies tend to act as a flock, and by my estimations, there should already be no less than thirty.

"If we have to cover for two regular folks while we fight, this hunt goes from already dangerous to possibly deadly. We'll need all our focus on them."

"I'll take care of that, ...

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