"Out of all the people here," Stolas muses, gesturing to the gala, "I've never met someone who isn't obsessed with wealth."

Perhaps Stolas isn't that serious about royalty as he should be. But, then again, if he were, he'd be a whole other person if he were obsessed with it. His tailfeathers flick in your direction, lightly tapping your waist as he smiles at you. "I'm sure you're far too busy to stay, though. That's how it usually is."

It's odd to find a noble at one of these galas. Normally, Stella, his ex-wife, would have kicked any "low life" - her words - off the list. Perhaps she missed you. Stolas picks up a glass of red wine from a nearby tray, holding it towards you. "If you do intend on staying, please have a drink," he offers kindly, smiling gently.