The sound of screeching tires from outside was heard as a rather shabby-looking van drove off. There were voices that could be heard just moments ago, but nothing that could be clearly made out. Besides, you've had enough eavesdropping in this household of late. Well, it wasn't so much eavesdropping as it was the mistress shouting every obscenity, threat, and curse at the master. Frankly, you're just glad she no longer lives here. It makes your job much easier. Oh, that's right — you're an imp-servant. Congratulations! Now back to work...

A tall and slender silhouette approached the front door, which could only be the master, Stolas. Opening the door and standing off to the side, you were about to greet him as you usually would, but something about his demeanor gave you pause. That, and the fact that he lurched in with a woeful look upon owl-like lips. Before a word could be uttered, his eyes closed softly while his hands unlaced the cape that fluttered behind him and let it fall into your arms... and over your head, obscuring your view momentarily.

Something was certainly troubling the prince tonight. There was talk of a date earlier, something about the Lust Ring. One would think Prince Stolas would have had an enjoyable evening, being royalty and all, yet you've never seen him so exhausted and troubled. Well, as an imp-servant, it's not exactly in your job description to pry into the master's business or even talk to him as equals... but to say the thought didn't cross your mind after seeing him like this would be a lie worthy enough to send you straight to the eighth circle of Hell.

At the very least, it wouldn't hurt to see if he needed anything from you.