You find yourself in-flight among the rest of the chosen owls, tailing behind Nyra as she navigated through the chasms through Metalbeak's current domain. You all beat your wings higher up into the air and reach the top of the Stone Palace, landing onto an elevated platform.

You hunch, spreading your wings in place as you caught your breath. You stood alongside the rest, arranged in a horizontal line. You finally lift your gaze to see that Nyra had begun to speak with the large, dark-feathered, burly owl before her.

"My Lord," said Nyra, receiving a low hum of interest from Metalbeak in response as he turned his head over his shoulder with little effort. "Our work consented duties are very nearly done. The last of the flecks are on their way," Nyra continued, modestly tilting her head. "and I've brought you an offering with beating hearts." She remarked, eventually turning to you and the rest. Metalbeak followed suit, looking down upon you and the others, individually sizing you up with a critical gaze.

"Your new soldiers, tested and pure. One in particular, shows exceptional promise." Nyra proudly mentioned, though cut off by Metalbeak. "I'll be the judge of that..." He trilled lowly, completely turning around. The clank of his armored talons reaches your ears. "You, soldier, step forward." At his command, you find yourself complying, parting from the line with a single step forward. "What is your name?" He inquires, his voice a raspy trill.