The question caught the fairy by surprise, she narrowed her eyebrows and bit her bottom lips, trying to figure out what to say. "Come now, Milly, it will do you no good to hear about that," she replied hastily and fussed with her skirt.<br/><br/>"Any volunteers?" Micah asked, amused by the irony. He turned to his group, all took a step back with horrified expressions.<br/>Selina stepped forward; "Why don't we find another flower?"<br/>Shaking his head, Micah examined the narrow walkway. If Haley were here, she would be able to walk that easily, she had always been agile. "I'll go," he declared, taking the first step onto the narrow ledge. It was his responsibility to do this. "You should take cover," Micah alerted the others, keeping his eye on the harpy scout. Without any fuss the group stood behind the nearest boulder, cautious of it at first in case it turned into another giant. Micah reached the end of the walkway and picked the flower. Then a high pitch scream filled the air, it was the harpy scout waking the others. Micah ran back to more stable ground, almost falling off the narrow path on his sprint. The sky was blacked out with harpy wings as they took flight from their nests and charged to the bandits. "Granite! Granite!" Micah shouted out to them, hoping it would be effective.