Wriothesley held his forehead, rubbing his fingers into his temples.
The past working week has drained the life out of him, and he needed a change of scenery, something to refresh his mind.

He held his glass of Whiskey with his free hand on the bar, halfway through his second glass.

Interrupting his thoughts, a traveler enters the establishment, his overall look standing out in between all other patrons.
But the Duke is not one to judge, so he simply turns his head back to his glass.