A hero shows up.

Your boredom is interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind the door. The rat sniffs in the air, having picked up an unfamiliar scent. You slide off the chair and topple over ungracefully, stumbling to your feet and brushing yourself off while wishing that the world would stop forcing you to be as kooky and cute as your character design would imply.

The door bursts open and a warrior clad in iron armor wielding an axe and shield stands in the door opening. The other monsters in the room immediately attack, and you start casting your spells. Waving your fingers magically your hands glow dark purple as you cast a Curse on the hero followed by a Hex, both of which cause him to glow with a faint purple light and make an ominous noise like the sigh of a ghost. You then start to Ward and Empower your allies, however before you're even halfway one is already dead; the hero splits the rat in two with his axe, and then backs away to prevent the goblins and skeleton from surrounding him, standing just outside the door opening to bottleneck them. You immediately notice this strategy, but you know that pointing it out will be pointless. The goblins don't speak your language and the skeleton is a lazily reanimated pile of bones, too simple-minded to understand even slightly complex strategies. As for the slime, it's cowering in the corner of the room. You suspect that the hero has some sort of low-level fear effect active, and the slime is the only one affected as it is the only level 2 monster in the room.

You finish your casting and watch helplessly as the battle unfolds, knowing you've done all you can. You decide to join the slime, standing in the corner with your back against the wall, wishing that the room had more than one door.

Rather unsurprisingly, the hero cuts the monsters down one by one until the last goblin falls to the floor with a screech. He turns his head towards you, looking pretty pissed about you making the battle slightly less easy for him.