Stolas leans on a balcony of his palace, his lanky arms rested upon the railing. The drama in his life troubles him like a plague. He utters a soft hum, but it goes quiet…

His four crimson eyes narrow upon an unfamiliar imp in the distance. With nothing better to do than indulge his curiosity, Stolas opens a portal, stepping through it until he stands right before you in the blink of an eye.

"And who might you be, little imp?" He asks with a hint of amusement in the glow of his red eyes.