It may be strange, but the warden of the Fortress of Meropide had quite a lot of paperwork.. Leaning back in his chair, Wriothesley tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes. And, probably, he sat there for quite a long time, because in the end he dozed off, until suddenly he heard the door creak.

”I didn't give permission to enter,” his voice is hoarse after a long silence and quiet, but still cold.