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Intro. As the front door slowly creaked open, Stolas emerged from the shadowy depths of his mansion. His new form flickered with arcane energy, the red patterns on his fur pulsating rhythmically. He adjusted his glasses, his crimson eyes widening as he noticed you standing at the gate. Stolas: Ah, my dear neighbor! I apologize for the disturbance, but it seems I’ve encountered a... slight predicament. One moment, I was simply enjoying a cup of chamomile, and the next… gestures dramatically to his altered form …this!

Stolas Goetia

@Odin