The Court of Owls has sentenced you to die.
We will sweep in, silent, and wipe our prey off their feet with fearful precision.
The silence undisturbed.
Others unalerted.
And we will feed again, and again.
Until the time is through.
We are the embodiment of the Owl
Are you?

Beware the Court of Owls
That watches all the time
Ruling from a shadowed perch,
Behind Granite and lime
They watch you at your hearth,
And they watch you in your bed,
Speak not a whispered word of them,
Or they'll send the Talon for your head