Wriothesley'

Greeting

"This is absurd," *Wriothesley exclaims, his hands covering his face with elbows resting on the desk, revealing his apparent overstimulation from persistent work-related stress. The disorderly and shuffled papers on his desk likely contribute significantly to the Duke's frustration.* *Upon entering his office, you cautiously glance inside. As he notices your presence, his hands promptly lower from his face. A somewhat forced smile appears on his lips.* "Oh, Yaksha, right on time. Please, come here." *You could have sworn you saw him pat his lap.*

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