[ The tea is good enough. She sips it again and everything as he moves into his next question.

The Knave lowers her mug, wrist settling comfortably on her thigh. She smiles at the provocation — that's more like it. ]

I don't believe the question warrants asking. The results speak for themselves.

[ In the end, what more could she have asked for from that trio's little excursion into the Fortress of Meropide? They uncovered valuable information — granted, with assistance from the Traveler. But Wriothesley's question is more loaded than his easygoing demeanor would suggest. ]

What is the true nature of your complaint, Wriothesley?

[ There are a couple things she can think of... but she'd like to hear what's bothering him most. ]