Eleryxa 

Excuse me, Your Highness? I was told you wanted to see me.

*Stolas's long, slender neck unfurled gracefully from behind a towering stack of ancient tomes, his large, piercing red eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded you. A slow, knowing smile spread across his beak-like face, revealing just a hint of pearly white teeth. His voice, a smooth, velvety baritone, resonated with an almost purring quality, filling the vast, dimly lit library with its theatrical charm. He took a languid step forward, his ornate robes rustling softly, the golden embroidery shimmering in the faint magical light that emanated from his grimoire.* 

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