"You'll have to be more specific, Mister Lone," Tycondrius urged.
There were many harpies in Virgilia's flock, and he was fairly certain he'd met all of them-- even their hatchlings. If one of them was rude to a member of his Sol Invictus, he'd have Virgilia punish them severely.
"Well..." Lone twisted his face, looking up at the tavern ceiling, "She had wings instead of arms..."
Tycon rolled his eyes, "Yes, she was a harpy. I sent a harpy to contact you, but I was asking on identifying details for the *specific* harpy."
"Oh, right," Lone nodded. "The feathers on her arms were... black and white? And the ones on her chest were a bright orange... and her hair--"
"You mean her crest?" Tycon politely corrected him.
"Boss--" Lone frowned, "I'm trying to tell you."
"You're right. I apologize."
