Micah nods at Psy, hoping that he would join him for the task. He returns the flower to the harpy queen to show his acceptance of terms. "Name your tasks, I'll do anything," he said, bracing himself for the worst. Sly, wide grins emerge on several harpy subjects.<br/>"Sacrifice his food!" One calls out.<br/>"Make him steal a fire wolf cub," another suggests.<br/>"Hand combat with our strongest warrior."<br/>The queen raises considers every task that is called out to her, glaring at Micah trying to figure out the perfect punishment for picking her flower with out permission.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, dear. I just I didn't have to tell you of such terrible things. Your father didn't deserve to die like that, neither of them did." Calli answered solemnly. She explains to Milly that they will talk later and flutters away to attend to some fairy duties. One of the bandits hurry over to Milly, looking for orders on how to approach the strangers.