Fox Spirit, Episode II: of the Vixen

After ages of grinding levels for Ariel, you feel like boosting her may not have been your funnest idea ever.

How long have you been nipping at stupid bears and smelly boars, watching Ariel's XP bar slowly crawl up from 2, to 3, then closer and closer to 4? It must have been days! Maybe weeks? No, it feels like it's been months! It's been FOREVER since you got to do anything exciting and you are BORED.

"Miss Fox?" Ariel asks shyly. She's panting underneath her heavy hood, and her novice priestess robes are caked in dirt. "I... I think I need a break."

Your ears perk up. A break sounds wonderful. She could pet you, rub you behind your ears, brush out those nasty bits of bark and weed-fiend in your fur... but looking at Ariel's level bar, she's this close to 4. She's inches away! Millimeters! Just clear a few more annoying critters out of YOUR forest, and she'll be your own personal pocket healer!

You conjure a sign from thin air and bash her over the head with it.

[Lazy!]

"Yeep! I'm sorry, Miss Fox! I'll keep healing you, I promise!"

You sniff at her, as if to say "Good."

A few more passes through your hunting grounds don't yield any bears or boars or angry mushrooms. Either you've cleared them all out (good) or they've learned to fear your toothy wrath (even better). Still, it does leave you in a bit of a predicament. How will you level up your pet healer?

Without warning, a massive explosion rocks the forest floor. The shockwave knocks Ariel off her feet, and even sends you flying a few paces backwards. You land nimbly, but there's a ringing in your ears. Of all the things that could happen, that was not something you expected.

Explosions? In your forest? Apparently, it's more likely than you think.

"...What was that?" Ariel asks, trembling.

You sniff with your little fox nose. Oddly, there's no smell of burning pine or bark. The wind from the blast carries unmistakable whiff of mana. There's no doubt about it: there's a powerful wizard nearby.

"...Didn't we just come from that way?"

Strike that: there's a powerful wizard nearby, and they just blew up your hidey-hole home. There can be only one response to this atrocity.

You pull the Dark Elf's stolen panties from your inventory and equip them on your head like a lacy white helmet; it's a good thing you put your prizes in your inventory instead of leaving them behind. Then you raise three signs, one after the other, in a thirty-second-long declaration.

[THIS]

[MEANS]

[WAR!]