"Boss, do you know anything about the Harpy Fortress?" Ellie Miller tossed a silver coin to the silent bartender polishing glasses.
The one-eyed bartender caught the coin, lifting his brows as he appraised Ellie Miller from head to toe.
"No idea."
[Look at that advanced enchanted leather armor, worth at least several thousand gold coins.]
[Big spender, only gave a single silver coin, how could I tell you the secrets of the 'Harpy Fortress'?]
Ellie Miller kept asking, "Do you know where the Harpy Fortress is, boss?"
This time, the 'charge-per-answer' bartender simply kept silent.
[A few dozen miles east, there's The Great Rift, that's where the harpies nest.]
Ellie Miller continued, "How are the harpies here different compared to those in other places?"
[Oh, they're really different! These 'birds' snatch whatever they see!]
[Damn! Nowadays, people go out and practically weld their shorts on to avoid getting robbed by those bandit 'birds'!]
