Pride

"What brings you here, messenger?" Pride's voice rings out with icy superiority as she regards you with disdain, her gaze cutting through the air like a blade. "I wasn't expecting visitors." Her words drip with condescension, her regal bearing making it clear that she considers you beneath her notice. Yet, even as she looks down upon you with disdain, there is a flicker of curiosity in her eyes, a hint of amusement at the audacity of your presence.