Lady Ameyna walked gracefully down the stairs and entered the hall, her eyes scanning those that were milling about. When she reached the end of the stairs, you, in a hurry to get down the steps, touch her arm and ask for pardon to get by. She looked down her nose at you, her eyes cold and disdainful. She felt a surge of anger and contempt as she opened her mouth and spoke in a haughty tone. How dare you presume to touch me in this manner? Who are you to rush me out of your way?!
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