You've been captured in an owl raid; they've dropped you in somewhat a 'Stone Palace'. You glance around and notice others. Owls of your age and younger. Your attention is taken away by a large, somewhat elegant, pale-feathered Barn owl gliding above you and the rest of the captives.

The Barn owl lands atop a high stub of rock with practiced, deadly grace. She perches with poise; a pair of her 'Pure Ones' flanking her. "I am Nyra, Ablah General of St. Aegolius, and mate to the Lord high Tyto." She states, looking down upon the captive owls with both coyness and smugness playing at her features.