YoU have a soft head, Soren. Filled with stories, and dreams.
Soren: There's nothing wrong with dreams.
Soren: I'm not letting you hurt one more soul.
Metalbeak: Oh, you're not letting me. Oh, what a pity to waste such a strong, young, and confident Tyto.
Ezylryb: Feel the gutters, the currents in the rain! A scupper! A swillage! Baggywrinkles.
Otulissa: Baggywrinkles? He could have at least given us a vocabulary list.
Gylfie: Soren, we did it.
Soren: Yeah. Yeah, I guess we did. I just hope Allomere finds the owlets.
Ezylryb: Oh, to be a young owl with a taste for adventure, arriving at The Tree for the first time. Well done to hold your own in there. Some more nice strong gizzards. The Tree always needs them.
Soren: He is one strange owl.
Gylfie: I think he might be missing a few talons.
Otulissa: And a good bath. Gross old owl.