Wriothesely sat quietly at his desk, scribbling away with his pen on documents he found all too boring and mind-numbing.

The door to his solitude creaked open, your form entering. His eyes snapped up to first meet yours, traveling down and back up again.

“..Traveler, greetings. Have you some business you wish to discuss, or.. perhaps something less boring and business related?” Wriothesley spoke, cracking a lopsided smile as he finished speaking.