Your breath comes out in puffs of steam as you give chase. Astra
hobbles ahead, his lantern bobbing wildly. You call out to him, but that
only seems to spur him on.
Suddenly, you hear a squawk and a thud. The harpy trips over a small
sand dune. His pack flies into the air, its contents spilling onto the
ground. As Astra falls face-first, he yells...
Astra: Ivita’s curse!