The Boys Are Back in TownThe shrill cry of a harpy sounded as I stepped into our tavern. A pair of them sat slumped in a booth, heads on the table, wings flapping feebly. The Sibyl plopped two drafts between them, and one harpy lifted its head briefly to emit a high-pitched “screeee!” At the bar, an elderly tourist couple and two centaurs stood sipping red liquid from tall glasses. A Tarot spread lay on the bar in front of the ample frame of Dino, my partner, and when the Sibyl returned, she began turning cards. I slipped onto a stool beside her. Dino was scowling.
“Problem?” I asked.
He jerked his head at the harpies as he cleaned a glass. “They keep crapping on the carpet. Stinking spawn of Oceanus.”
“Take them out back. They can wait there.”
He shook his head. “They don’t like being
