The Harpy was practically humming while she cleaned the area. She already has a lot of things in mind to talk about with her human friend and she is starting to feel hungry. Lunchtime is nigh. She needs to prepare their lunch so she has to go upstairs. Her friend should be back by now; they need to take a break.

“Aren’t you going to take your lunch?” the shorter guard asked, he is the one who is more assertive of the two,

“It is half past noon.”

“Pretty human not back,” The Harpy replied,

“I wait for her.” The Harpy started to worry. Maybe her friend is just having...