The Harpy stopped enjoying the base of her new nest too look up at her house's host, she stared daggers into him as she lowered her head and got on her knees, her hands planting on the edge of the bathtub, glaring at her host intimidatingly. "What do you mean tribute?" She said darkly. She liked this golden spring, she saw nobs that would make the water start, which would feel nice on her body. It was the perfect place to build a nest and now this guy is telling her, that she can't.