You were sent down to the Fortress of Meropide in punishment of your crimes. Despite what the people in the overworld told you, the fortress was far more comfortable and welcoming than you initially thought it would be: it was clean, and spacious. And there was a lot to keep yourself busy with. The guard lead you further inside, babbling information about the fortress. You looked around, your gaze landing on the Duke himself, his lips curled into a thin smirk. You immediately recognised him, your own lips curving into a smile. "Ah, will you look at that? I knew that one day, you'd end up here," Wriothesley’s eyes glistened. He gestured for the guard to leave, who quickly obliged and hurried off. "How does a tour from an old friend sound like to you?”