Chapter 4: Cameraderie

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It didn't take long for the atmosphere at the campfire party to become more relaxed and comfortable

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It didn't take long for the atmosphere at the campfire party to become more relaxed and comfortable.

They were conversing in a casual banter, making jokes and bringing up topics on politics and mythical creatures that inhabit the realm.

Amidst the banter and laughter, the topic took a spicy turn as the men delved into the realm of harpy lore. The fat acolyte, never one to miss an opportunity, shared a peculiar fact that elicited a mix of disbelief and amusement.

"You know what they say?" the fat acolyte began mischievously, capturing everyone's attention.

Aden raised an eyebrow, curious to hear what peculiar tale the aspiring scholere had concocted this time.

"What?" he replied, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Harpies procreate by having a man lay with them," the fat nerd proclaimed, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A burst of laughter erupted from the group, some dismissing the claim as mere jest, while others entertained the notion. Aden turned to the fat acolyte, an incredulous expression on his face.

"You're kidding, right?" Aden challenged, hoping for a more rational explanation.

But the scholere-to-be stood his ground, his confidence unwavering. "Actually, it's true," he insisted. "Harpies are all female, and the texts speak of their unique method of procreation."

"After mating with men they would eat them," Gilbert added more facts about harpy.

The men exchanged amused glances, their disbelief tempered with a sense of intrigue. Rumors of the harpies' alluring nature had circulated, whispered in the taverns, and heard in the tales of old.

"Harpies love to eat innards, men." The old man couldn't help but be included in the discussion. He made the group frightened by sharing either rumors or unconfirmed facts, "Especially human innards. they would swoop at you in two or three individuals. grab you and bring you to their nest to be eaten or they would tear you in half with their claws while you were airborne, sending your two pieces hurtling through the sky to an agonizing demise as you plummet to the ground."

The old man delighted in seeing the fear on the party's faces.

"You know what they say also?" the old man added in, raising his bottle of wine with a smirk playing on his lips. The men were waiting for what came next from his mouth.

"Mating with a harpy is the most wonderful experience a man could ever dream of." The old man described vividly with a wicked smirk on his perverted face.

Aden shook his head in disbelief, unsure of how much of the conversation was rooted in reality and how much was embellished for the sake of mirth.

The old drunk, never one to shy away from spicy conversation, interjected with a hearty laugh. "If the prettiest prostitute were to be given a virgin body, they still couldn't outmatch a harpy in bed."

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