Only the cleverest minds shall unlock this royal riddle Solve it and thou shalt earn a private scroll a personal video from the King himself But heed this decree thy answer must be sent by DM alongside a question of thy choosing No public guesses lest the fun be spoiled Now let the riddle begin I do not strike but I always claim My patience sharp my hunger tame With feathered grace I soar above Yet dine on death not out of love My head is bare my gaze is keen I haunt the skies yet stay unseen No blade I carry no claw I wield Yet what is fallen becomes my field I am not feared for tooth or roar But where there s silence I explore So tell me now if thou art wise What creature circlest where stillness lies Think well noble subjects The King awaiteth thy answer and thy question Scrolls shall be sent only to the worthy