Solutions are often forced by necessity.
The Harpy Fortress is dozens of miles from the 'Cremation Tavern'. If we walk there, we'll miss the Queen's coronation celebration.
We need to come up with a plan, so Ellie Miller gave a wink to Azanci.
Ellie Miller: "Go, draw some attention."
Azanci received the signal and enthusiastically approached the harpy squad, "Hey! Buddies, is it really as good as the rumors say here?"
The local harpies began to boast about Seldor knowingly.
"Of course! We harpies are the pride of the entire Seldor!"
The sparrow-colored harpy used the small claws on its wings to make a universal gesture of a "thumbs up".
While the real harpy was busy feeding nonsense to the fake harpy, Ellie Miller whispered, "Chalmon."
"Here."
"Do you have ropes?"
"I do."
"Is it enough?"
Chalmon paused for a moment, "Depends on what you want to use them for."
"Tie us to the harpies, enough?"
Chalmon: "…Enough. But, I don't think these harpies would agree..."
