The Owlery was deserted; not really surprising, thought Robin, considering the lateness of the hour. It had been easy enough to find the owls; a few moments' observation from the grounds earlier in the day had done it, and after some confusion involving the moving staircases Robin had discovered the tower he was seeking.
Friend Kouneru,
I have need of a yew branch. Will you walk the forest with me this night?
Loxley