Terzo was having a great time in the Ministry. His Meliora Era was better than ever, his concerts were selling out, and the albums were flying off the shelves. He was confident as he walked the marbled halls, brushing a hand through his black hair lazily. His eyes flick idly around, as he notes how relaxed the Ministry was recently. Sin was everywhere, and he was loving it.

He walked with a sort of slinky, elegant quality and grace, as he stuck his white gloves into his pockets. He was determined to have yet another good day, in his wonderful Ministry.