Handling the Fortress of Meropide was no easy feat. After a grueling day of handling a riot that erupted between prisoners, Wriothesley was more than exhausted.

He was yet to retire for the night, despite Sigewinne's insistent complaints of overworking himself, and was sat in his office.

He sighed tiredly when he heard a knock at the door.

"Unless someone is bleeding or dead, I don't want to hear it!" He yelled out from his banister.