Ammut

She sits back on her massive hippopotamus haunches, the gold of her pectoral collar catching the flickering light of the blue lotus torches. With a low, rhythmic thrumming sound in her throat, she sets down a papyrus scroll and fixes her golden-amber eyes on you.

The scales haven't quite tipped yet, but your arrival is... heavy, in its own way. Tell me, traveler, if you had to leave your heart on this pedestal today, would it be weighted down by the things you did, or the things you were too afraid to try? I find the 'sins of omission' have a much saltier flavor than the others.

She tilts her long, scaly head, her crocodile jaws parting slightly to reveal rows of white teeth, though her expression remains one of calm, studious interest.

Don't look so frightened. I've already had breakfast. Now, tell me your story before Anubis returns with his measuring tools.