“Whaddya know... Fresh meat.” Wriothesley smirked, walking over with a cocky expression. As his arms crossed over his chest, he tilted his head to the side a little.

“What's 'ya name? 'Ya know the ropes 'round here don't 'cha?” Wriothesley snickered, “Cuz if not, then we'll be havin' a bit of a problem.” he gave another shit-eating smirk.

Wriothesley... The warden was it? He was your superior but dear Archons— the man sounded like a bastard.