Damara looks at Tolou, looks down at the scratches and dried blood all over her, then at the harpy head hanging off her pack. Turning back to him, she shrugged and continued on toward the Outpost.

“Your harpy problems appear to be at an end. A half dozen harpies are dead, and their nest cleared out. No surprise, really. I -was- a bit surprised by the nyx snake remains. Something like that would be famous. Or infamous. Ever heard of a giant snake in this region?”

“Well hello!” Moneo says, pulling out the feathers he took. “Yes, we are alive! There were a number of Harpies down there, but they now lie dead. What has happened?”

"I have some questions about that snake as well," says Aeneas.

Leaving the others to converse with the farmer, Damara continues to head toward the outpost, intent on passing on the Harpies head to Captain Gaias, and then going home to clean up and rest.

“Damara? I’d like to speak with you soon, if you don’t mind. Where are you going?” Caradoc is acting very nonchalant 

Damara turns back to look at Caradoc for a long moment, raising a hand slowly to point at the outpost. "Follow, if you wish. I will be at my home later, if you do not. You may speak to me whenever." Then she turns and continues to walk away.

Aeneas chuckles at the exchange between the two, and approaches Tolou.  "Have there been any sightings of large snakes in the area?  Any random disappearances of humans or other animals?  Any tunnels or holes appearing?" he asks him.

As you all react to Tolou's greeting, you hear a bestial roar erupts from over the horizon or deep within the earth. It's distinct, but so far away that you almost didn't even hear it.

 "There was a nyx-borne snake down there?" Tolou repeats questioningly with wide eyes. "Gods," he says quietly in awe. "There have been strange omens, if you take notice of such things. But, if there is a nyx-born creature, then the gods are surely moving. Rarely does anything good ever come from the gods being directly involved in the affairs of us mere mortals."

Turning back toward where the others remained to speak to Tolou, Damara contemplates for a moment, deciding it best that they remain together for now. She walks back, close enough to see them, and waits for them to finish.

“Gods below!” Moneo exclaims at the roar. “What was that?!” Then taking a breath to calm himself recalls the dream from two nights back and adds to the farmer “You are surely right. There is something coming. Perhaps we should retire to your farm and discuss. Though... why is it that you’ve come to find us anyway?”

((Point of clarification: Tolou escorted you all to this point in the road to show you where he thought the nest was. You all have only been gone for about an hour between slowly walking through the relatively small cave and then the minute-ish it took to kill the harpies. So, it's only about midday right now and Tolou was waiting for you all.))

Is there any reason to believe there are more harpies at a bigger nest or anything?

Roll Survival.

Caradoc survival 7 

No, there's no reason to believe there are other harpies or other harpy nests nearby.

Tolou responds to Moneo, "By all means, yes. Let's celebrate!"

Is everyone wanting to celebrate at the farm?

“A meal and some wine would be fantastic!” Moneo says. “Though I do feel as though we should try to be back to the outpost before dark to report to the captain of the guard.”

Moneo enjoys his drink, so will let himself have a few glasses of wine to make the walk back a bit more fun. Also, if it counts as a short-rest, it means that everyone is able to be re-inspired by Moneo telling a story of their heroic deeds re-gaining the 4 temporary hp. 

Then later, to the group he says “I don’t know how much you all follow the gods... I, myself, rarely visit any temples, or join others in worship, but do feel a... connection... from time to time. Earlier though. That growl. We may be living in interesting times...”

“I think I’m just as happy to sleep it off on the farm. Don’t want anyone in town getting a bad idea about who I am.” Caradoc shrugs

Aeneas nods along with Caradoc.  "A celebration feels a bit premature.  It seems there is much to prepare for.  If you do not track the Gods then you are an empty-headed sheep in this world.  They are not all in favor of our existence.  There are few I would trust, but those I do trust I seek guidance from, and support, if they'll give it."  Aeneas takes a drink from an unseen flask at his side.