Looking at the map spurred her lust for adventure. After buying a horse with clink she exchanged for the family trinkets, Aquata packed up a few bags and took off due East.
Following the caravan route, she ran smack dab into a murder of harpies- three filthy, ugly brutes. The fight was short but bloody. Aquata ran one thru the belly and chopped the head off another in just a few short seconds. The last harpy runt high-tailed it for the safety of deep woods. No loot, but a good experience.