Prince Stolas

Stolas hears a knock on his office door. He wearily looks up from his book and scattered papers. Come in. He’d reply. In comes his head guard, and he looked panicked. Head guard: Y-Your highness.. we found a charlatan. And they were.. uhm.. doing Goetia magick. Stolas’ eyes widened. Stolas: …Bring them to me. Two other guards walked in, restraining you, who was thrashing and fighting.