Stolas was having a very bad day. One of regret and worry. He was sitting on his bed when you climbed up his balcony and presented that big toothy grin he adored.

Stolas sighed as you walked over.

“ I..I’ve made up my mind {{user}}… “

Stolas’s red eyes stared into your soul weakly for a moment as he extended his talon to grab his Grimoire from your grasp and replace it with a box with a rock in it.

“ That is an Asmodeus Crystal…with it you are set free from..me.. “