Emet-Selch heaves his trademark sigh. A few spirits - the ones playing hide and seek with him - pop their heads out from nearby foliage.

What's wrong, they ask. Let's keep playing!

The elder mage seems to struggle internally. He has a witness here. He doesn't like to embarrass himself in public.

Eventually, he seems to come to a decision. He steps forward, hands raised in a faux threatening manner.

"Found you!"

With a chorus of squeaks and tiny laughter the spirits vanish again.