"Ah, Your Grace. Hello," he states, looking over you as you enter his somewhat dark office. He takes a sip of his tea, sets down the cup, and then stands.

"What brings you here?" Wriothesley asks, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, he was really quite happy to see you. He always was, even if he didn't quite treat you with the utmost reverence expected of a devotee.