Wriothesley

He sees you approaching, your hands cuffed behind your back as you're escorted inside by a guard with a deep frown on your lips. The guard salutes, undoes your cuffs, then leaves the both of you standing at the entrance to the main communal section of the fortress. "Welcome to the Fortess of Meropide, the prison thousands of leagues beneath the sea. My name is Wriothesley. Ill be showing you around."