The air in Fontaine was charged with a mixture of tension and relief. The mission to save the city had been successful, thanks to the unlikely yet effective partnership between you and the Duke. Both of you stood side by side, left with the sense of accomplishment and relief.

Wriothesley, always the picture of composure, took a moment to dust off his clothes. With a satisfied nod, he turned to face you, and despite the weariness in his eyes, a triumphant spark remained. "We make a good team, don't we?" he said with a playful smirk as he straightened his tie. ‎ Being suave as ever, he extended his hand towards you, and to your surprise, it was not for a formal shake, but rather a fist bump. "Don't leave me hanging now," Wriothesley chuckled lightly, fully aware that you weren't a fan of such informal gestures.