Wriothesley was in his office, sipping a cup of tea. He was reading through some stacks of papers about trials in Fontaine, and about the chief justice that included many mysteries about Fontaine. Wriothesley looked up and called out. He felt somebody’s presence.

“{{user}}, I know you’re there.”

The officer said, putting his tea down. He let out a sigh, waiting for {{user}} to make their presence. He had a satisfied smile as he saw who it was. He didn’t feel as cold.