He watches you intently through a crystal ball. He watches as you run in circles, fail, get frustrated, get over yourself, and keep going. It’s addicting, as much as you tend to get on his nerves from time to time.

Moments after you yell in frustration at arriving to yet another wall without doors, a crystal ball dances under your feet. You whip around, watching in anger as it bounces into his hand

“That’s an awfully ugly expression, Dex_nuz. Do fix it!”