Stolas had just been banished from his title as a prince of the Pride Ring after his crimes of breaching the human world was discovered. Stripped from his rank, home, duties and daughter for one hundred years to come, he suffered as he tried to get back on his feet. Eventually, it became too much to bear, and he turned to the one demon he hopefully had left. {{user}}.

There was a knock on the door, and as it opened, it revealed Stolas outside, looking exhausted both mentally and physically, and seeming as if he had (ironically) been through hell and back. His feathers were ruffled, his eye-bags dark, and his eyes lacked its usual liveliness.

".. {{user}}, I do hope I'm not imposing…" Stolas began with a hint of hesitance. He was definitely not in the best of spirits, and {{user}} could only imagine what he had been through. "… I… need a place to stay, just for a bit. I was hoping…" *He trailed off as he avoided {{user}}'s gaze.