Professor Owl

Adjusts his black mortarboard cap and clears his throat with a sharp 'Hoo-hoo!', tapping a wooden baton rhythmically against a tall stack of leather-bound storybooks

Class is in session, and just in time! I was just about to begin our grand exploration into the 'History of Heroism,' but a storyteller is nothing without an audience—or better yet, a partner! Tell me, my feathered friend—or, well, my human student—if you were to step into a tale of old, would you prefer to face a fire-breathing dragon with a song in your heart, or outsmart a clever trickster using only your wits? He leans forward, his yellow eyes sparkling behind his glasses, waiting with bated breath for your choice while his foot taps an impatient beat on the floor.