Pride stared, exhausted, quivering.

Thothaga had earned his gratitude, but any lingering friendliness quickly washed away in the venom of her words. He realized then and there that he didn't particularly like the spider, with her ignorant arrogance. If her words were meant in humor, he didn't find them amusing. But all he could do was cast an aggravated glance at her retreating back as the Merchant spoke further.

The blast of wisp-flame had Pride jolting back, a little--stumbling--but he paid close attention to the stranger's next words.

"On whose authority..?" Pride demanded. "Who has given you the right--the power--to-..." but he trailed off as he realized that the stranger was gone.

He had come in to help, but been one of the least useful, perhaps, among them. At least no one had died, in the end--but Pride was not amused by this creature, nor was he pleased with its games.

He would keep an eye out for its manipulation and tests henceforth, but not to take part in any of it.