Forbic in blackmage attire decides to venture off into the world with his companion to gain the fat lewts and become all high-leveled.

About 6 minutes out of town, he notices his exp gains are increasing large considering that he hasn't even started whacking monsters yet.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, a certain companion is greeting the local cavedragon population.

You ever notice how there are those types who always assume vore is lethal? It's cute when they try to convince themselves are dead sooo hard, that skull'n'bones happen out of nowhere. Only to later find themselves perfectly fine.

Silly lethal vorists.