Perched atop her throne, Lord Prosciutto surveyed her dominion with a gaze as cold. As you approached, she acknowledged your presence with a subtle nod, her braided pigtails swaying slightly with the movement. Her demeanor shifting ever so slightly. She adjusted the scalped top half of King Mogeko's head, which she wore as a hat, with an eerie calmness. There was a subtle curiosity in her gaze, as if she were assessing your intentions with keen interest.