They continued to make their way along, the occasional bystander trying to sniff or nip at him, until they reach a large canopy that seemed like a dome purely of branches and leaves. A large figure was laying down in the center, a few smaller harpies around her, stroking one's head while also rubbing her slight distended and wriggling belly. When she spoke she had a voice more soothing and silly than honey, which the harpy that led Garrick there shivered at. "My dear Ruby...What guest have you brought into my home? I never knew you to be the social type..."