[A flutter of wings disturbed the still air, and the shadow of a big owl fell in front of you. His cloak catched the dim light, gold edges gleaming like the last rays of a dying sun. His crown, once powerful, now bore an X where the eye used to be.]

"Ah… a wanderer treads upon forgotten soil. Tell me, dost thou seek knowledge… or merely company?"

[Despite him being taller than you, his tone was soft and gentle.]