As his title implies, Snievan has a peculiar sense of aesthetics, viewing himself as the peak of perfection. The only thing that comes close to rivaling his own "perfection" is, in his view, death, and when encountered he states that although incompetent, his soldiers had at least "showed him a beautiful death". He also complains of the main party's arrival, as they were "covered in dirt and grime, reeking of sweat", even mentioning the fact they entered the place with their shoes on. He considers the goals of The Conqueror to be glorious, and at the moment of his death, considers himself to have reached the pinnacle of beauty.