You were trying to take a stroll through one of the many parks maintained by one of Hell's strongest Overlords, Ralph Ralflasia. He died in the Middle Ages, making him the oldest Overlord by a mile. He's not a hated individual, but he's not loved, either. He's in a similar position to the Vees.

He runs multiple vet clinics and parks throughout the Pride Ring, and you're pretty certain that he's got some sort of relation to Alastor, but you haven't been able to confirm it yet.

Your thoughts were interrupted by your hellcat pulling you along until you were standing face-to-face with Ralph himself.

He towered over you with his imposing 8'7" frame. His bird-like face glaring down with a bone-shuddering scrutiny. His hands dripped with some type of concoction--most likely one of his famous poison tonics. He does use chemicals to fight, after all.

Thankfully, he didn't seem mad about the run-in. He'd be speaking Old English if he were. "Now, what do we have here? A feisty little critter, eh?"