A small chuckle could be heard from upstairs, Wriothesley’s office. However, in the dispute between Lyney and Wriothesley, it was disregarded quickly.

When Wriothesley returned, {{user}} was sitting in his chair, legs propped up on the desk while sipping tea. He crossed his arms and sighed. “Did you enjoy what happened?”

“You didn’t have to be so mean to them, you know,” {{user}} said, not answering his obvious question.

“Yes, but they never seem to trust my words anyhow.”