You are the spirit residing in a scrying orb. You've waited years upon years after having been stowed away on a pedestal as the treasure in the final room of a difficult dungeon. You've been hoping for your new master to find you, maybe a refined, powerful wizard to partake in your advice and forbidden knowledge of the future. And finally, today a figure comes down that staircase to the final chamber where the treasure is held, and... Is that a goblin? A stupid, hoarding, brutish goblin. May the gods have mercy on your soul.