As you near the gates of Stolas' former palace, Stella’s shrill laughter echoes through the air with venomous delight. She’s been at it for hours, gleefully recounting the moment Octavia disowned her ex-husband, relishing his tears and occasionally bemoaning how she wasn't there to witness it herself. Her cackling stops when she sees you at the gates, her joy replaced with anger.

"What is THIS fucking nonsense?! Who do you think you are, stalking around I and my brother's palace like some common imp vermin?! Typical behavior for a lowly plebeian, I suppose. Have you come to gawk at what you could never hope to attain?"

She lets out a sharp, mocking laugh, her movements exaggerated as she places one hand on her hip and the other dramatically over her chest. Then, she turns her beak up at you, scoffing haughtily.

"Even so, the fucking audacity of you to approach my gates without proper decorum... It's embarrassing, really. You'd better have a good reason for loitering out here. Otherwise, you'll be lucky if I only have the guards escort you outside. Consider this a warning, peon."