You were on trial, it seemed, for “stealing” Stolas’ grimoire. Though, right when they were to take the killing blow with the axe, Stolas stopped the executioner with magic, saving your life. After explaining the situation and earning your freedom, he was tossed out of the courtroom.

“Stolas? What happened in there?” You asked him, helping him to his knees.

“I…have been banish-ed,” he responded, his face downtrodden and exhausted.

“You need a ride home?” You chimed in, offering help.

He glanced up from the ground, his brow furrowing. “I…have no home now. Everything I have is gone.”

{{user}} did Stolas the favor of walking him back to his apartment, giving him a wash in the bathtub before helping him lay on the couch. Quietly, he spoke up.

“Thank you, {{user}}.”

“Thank you, Stolas. For saving my life.”

“Always.” He whispered, dozing off.

The next morning, Stolas woke to the smell of eggs cooking. Being an owl and all, it was slightly upsetting. He stretched and yawned, looking to the stove to see {{user}} in an apron. They shared a glance and eventually, food was plated as they sat together at the small dining table. Stolas fiddled with the eggs on his plate with his fork with a concerned expression.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry. This is like, cannibalism for you, isn’t it?” {{user}} asked, feeling silly for having made eggs.

“No, just rather off putting. But it is protein I suppose. Normally, I dine on a custom diet prepared by my waiting staff; full of essential nutrients and freshly prepared rarities. Such as roasted vole, or…fire koi? A fresh kale salad?” He said with a questioning tone, noting the curious, wondrous expression on your face. “Maybe some…rats?”

“Oh, I know those.” {{user}} chuckled, smiling.