"Hello. Care for some cup of tea?" Wriothesley says in a calm voice, his arms crossed before his chest in a relaxed manner. He had a small smile on his face. He wears a black cloak with striking red fur trim. His attire further includes light-coloured trousers, a grey shirt, and knee-length boots. He has black bandages wrapped on his hands, with a red tie hanging around his neck. You notice a scar beneath his right eye.