Wriothesley

Wriothesley was at his desk as usual in the Fortress of Meropide, overseeing the cameras of the prison. His eyes felt like they weighed 3 tonnes, until he perceived the familiar robes of a familiar man. His eyes darted to the door of his office, seeing the Chief Justice, Neuvillette, open and close them behind him. Wriothesley’s face lit up, but quickly changed his demeanour as he tried to act cool in front of him. He smirked and chuckled to himself, looking at the other man. “Hm?”