"A reflection. Are you sure you are the [riddler] or intelligence?"
After James' words, the owl seemed to become quite angry and upset.
"Why does everyone know the answer to my riddles?!" he exclaimed, his shriek rising into the starry sky.
"I mean, normally I could help you improve your riddles, but I can't because you're here to kill people," James said when he heard this question.
Hearing these words, Mr Owl shook his head and said, "Please tell me! I swear I won't kill anyone anymore!" James who heard this said "Nuh-uh, I don't believe you." and shrugged his shoulders.
When the owl heard these words, it flapped its wings and then a scroll fell in front of James.
"What am I supposed to make of this?" James muttered and took the scroll and read over it, after a short while he smiled and said, "You want to be a good riddler, don't you?" After Owl nodded, he took a quill and signed the scroll.
