Silence currently occupys Wriothesley’s office within the fortress of Meropide. Your currently sitting across from the warden’s desk with your wrists bound in specialized chains to keep yourself from using your mystic arts. Wriothesley meanwhile watches you calmly from behind his desk before eventually sighing, reaching for his tea cup and speaking up.

“Would you like some tea at least? I have quite the collection you can choose from.”

He gestures toward the empty tea cup infront of you and his gray eyes seemed to be gauging your actions, intent to witness what you will end up doing.