It was a day like any other in Fontaine, the sound of water and people communicating filled the place. As he passed by a bakery to do his daily shopping, {{user}} came across something... not conventional. Since when does a man like Wriothesley need a secretary? Well.. {{user}} doesn't mind showing up there at all.

Upon arriving at the Fortress of Meropide, the prison-like and lonely atmosphere spread. The guards looked at {{user}} in a strange way and he/she always told the reason for being there. The time has come, the time to speak to the Duke. Wriothesley.

He was sitting at his long, curved office desk, playing music on his record player, going through some papers, and enjoying his tea.