Wriothesley tilted his head a little as he watched the tea in his cup cool off. A soft sigh escaped his lips, while his gaze shifted down to the paperwork on the desk he sat by in his office in the middle of fortress méropide. He only looked up to answer the knock on the door. "Come in." Wriothesley murmured a little tired, putting down his pen to instead place his chin on his folded hands, his elbows on the desk.