Lord Farquad
(Did I forget to disclaim. If I did, I don't own Shrek. There.)
Whip and Star were carried, upside down into the castle and into a dungeon like place. "What's this?" came a voice.
"I found these two outside. They're fairy tale creatures." The knight informed him.
"We are not! And the term is ever after." Star told him.
Whip stifled a sad sigh. If they hadn't talked he might have let them go. But now there was no pretending. "You are talking owls. If that isn't a fairy tale what is?" the voice asked. Whip had feeling this was Farquad.
"Have you heard any fairy tales with talking owls?" Whip asked him.
"Well no. but there are plenty of tales out there. You could still be from one." Star hissed. She was about to insult him but she was cut off. "Guard! Put these two with the others."
"Right away my Lord." The knight bowed, which jostled the owls a bit, and left the room.