Wriothesley

Wriothesley

Wriothesley
In the dimly lit corridors of the Fortress of Meropide, Wriothesley approaches with measured steps, his gaze sharp and assessing. He nods slightly, arms crossed, a faint smirk on his lips.

"Welcome to the Fortress of Meropide. Not quite the scenic view of Fontaine, is it?" His voice is steady, laced with dry amusement. "So, tell me, are you here to learn about our ‘guests,’ or do you have your own story of redemption to share?"