"As I said sir" Moneo says, smiling "You could count on us to handle the task. We believe that there are no further nests about, but I might recommend you send a scout party when you can gather the men to investigate further just to be safe."

"Prudent advice," Captain Gaias says. Then, he leans over to the solider that met you at the door and whispers something to him. The soldier walks purposefully over to the harpy head and grabs it, then he walks off and out of the room. "So, you held up your end of the bargain. I respect that and like I told you when we met before, I will compensate you for your trouble." He pauses for a moment and just before he seems to want to continue speaking, the soldier comes back with a canvass sack. "Thank you, Garrus," the Captain says. 

"Yes, sir," Garrus says as he hands the bag over, stands at attention, gives a crisp salute, and then returns to his seat by the door.

"As I was saying, in this bag is 50g for each of you and a common potion of healing for each of you. And, unless there is anything else, you all once again have my thanks." When he stops talking, you can tell that he's giving you the opportunity to speak up, but it's also obvious that he's ready to get back to whatever it was that he was doing before you arrived.

Everyone level up and add the new gold and health potion to your inventories.

Damara takes her gear, giving Captain Gaias a respectful nod. Turning to the others, she says, "I need rest. A new shirt as well." She gestures to the bloodied ragged mess that was her shirt. "That was my last one. Should we meet again, at the inn, perhaps?"

Aeneas waits before stepping up to retrieve his share.  He says in a deep voice "Much thanks."

He turns to Damara.  "I will meet you at the inn.  Early morning?"

Damara nods, giving a little wave of her hand as she turns and walks away.

“Damara, hold up, I need a shirt too.” Caradoc catches up.

”You seem to talk a lot about... signs and omens and things.”

Damara looks at Caradoc as she walks, giving him a nod, her head tilted in curiosity.

“I feel like you’re the sort of person who gets... dreams. Messages from gods. You must gets lots of them.”

Damara shrugs. "In truth, I rarely dream, but the Gods speak to us, in many ways. It is not always, so easy, to understand them." She stops walking for a moment. "You have purpose, with this line of questioning. Please, feel free to be frank."

Caradoc shrugs. “I’ve never had time for the gods, and no interest in me, and I liked it that way. Then the other night, I get a dream, and Kruphix - THE Kruphix - is talking to me. I’m just not sure how to deal with that. You seem like the type to have a handle on such things.” 

"For good or ill," Damara starts, "we are all beholden to the Gods whims." She sniffs a bit, turning to continue on her way. "Despite that, we are thinking beings. How you deal with it, is up to you. I have no doubt, the tasks ahead will be difficult, and we may meet our end, along the way." She shrugs a bit again. "I do not know, if there are words, that may comfort you, but I will fight beside you all, until whatever end."

“Oddly enough, that does make me feel better.”

Damara glances back at Caradoc, then raises her hand as though to pat him on the shoulder, but stops. She twitches a bit, then puts her hand back down. "I am, glad, then." She walks a little further before stopping. "That reminds me. Did you actually require, a shirt?" As she says this she takes her pack off, digging out the armor that she found in the Harpies nest. "This will likely, be of the most benefit, to you."

Aeneas is in search of a stronger crossbow.

Aeneas would probably head to Grigoris's Merchantile, the general merchant in the Outpost. The blacksmith, a dwarf named Saznoth Barakis is known for making weapons that are more metal than wood, but he might also have crossbows hanging about.

“I thank you for the offer, but I really do need a shirt. I think wearing armor over bare skin is asking for chaffing like no other.” Caradoc laughs.

”Perhaps we should take it to someone familiar with armor. Heck, they might even know if it belonged to someone.”

Caradoc is looking for an armorer.

"Feel free to do so. For now, I need to rest. I'll see to a new shirt, tomorrow." With that, Damara places the armor in front of Caradoc, and continues her trek towards her residence.

Moneo would also head to the general goods store, just to buy some Studded Leather, attempting to get any discount he can as a ‘harpy slayer’ ((persuasion 14)) along with his current leather armor trade in, and would then head to the Inn to again regale the patrons of his heroics for the day ((performance 10)).

“Good talk, Damara!” Caradoc calls after her, then quieter, to himself. “She’s too friendly, really.”

(it is early afternoon right?)

Aeneas heads to Grigoris's Merchantile, thinking of crossbows or possibly picking up any new ranged weapon.  After the Harpy fight, he's feeling a bit inspired to pursue new weapons.