WELP.

This thing may indeed have a rich inner life and a potent grudge against the surfacers who have mistreated it terribly, driving it to a mindless rage.

Unfortunately, it is currently attacking presumably-innocent bystanders.

And is making her think of Cryptids, which raises her hackles. So she has to take this seriously. (Is the minidragon still following her? She wouldn't want it to get hurt!)

These thoughts flit through her head as it's still emerging, and then she SCREAMS at it, with the sound reinforced with illusory power to the point of being damaging (at least to the thing itself), and surrounds its - head? main body? - with a cloud of darkness, and shoots down blue foxfires to surround it as fast as she can flick her tail, all while jumping down towards it.

The creature screams back, evidently damaged by her roar. It is momentarily confounded by the cloud of darkness and flinches away from the blue flame, but then the uppermost tentacle rises up like a periscope and reveals a mass of glaring eyes at the end of the appendage. The other two tendrils leave the commoners alone and lash out to grab her, tipped with barbs and trying to yank her down from the rooftops towards the big fanged mouth. 

The purple dragon is still following her! Seeing that the creature is distracted, it swoops down and around to exhale a cloud of silvery mist at it from behind, but to no apparent effect. 

Periscope eye tentacle can get a cloud of darkness tethered to itself too as a quick action snap reaction.

"JUST GO HOME!"

She doesnt need to Kill the magic beast, she just needs to buy time for people to get away, and maybe scare it off. She'll do her best to dodge the strikes and deflect with her magically resistant tail, and keep the foxfires going, surrounding more thoroughly. Yep, just look at her - or don't - and stay there.

After the first tentacle-slaps crash into the rooftop or are parried by her tail, the expanded darkness prevents it from doing anything more sophisticated than blindly sweeping the appendages along the rooftop where it last saw her.

Whether or not the creature understands her language, it gets the message that smashing its way to the surface is unwelcome and will be met with stinging fire and piercing screams. With a few more petulant flicks, the creature descends back into the darkness on its three thick legs, grumbling to itself in a deep growling voice. It makes no effort to clear up the hole in the street or all the wreckage left behind. 

Most of the civilians have already fled by now or are continuing to flee from the spellcasting giant fox. One of the better-dressed men is staggering to the door of his shop after being released from a tentacle when the purple dragon lands on his shoulder. The two of them launch into an animated conversation as he fumbles to unlock the door and get away from the stinking pit, the dragon gesturing up at Weiss insistently.

Oh yay.

This is getting kind of tiring in the way that lots of shit happening at once is. And the stench is nasty.

She will take a brief break, flopping on the edge of the roof and contemplating fleeing people and the giant hole in the street. She could cover it with an illusion? But it'd end at the WORST possible time, that's just her luck. Nothing for it probably. 

After a few minutes the little dragon returns, beating its wings heavily as it strains to ascend back up to her rooftop with a pair of vials clutched in its forelimbs.

Dropping them next to her, it catches its breath, then rolls both vials towards her and picks up a couple of pebbles that were thrown onto the roof by the eruption. With one in each forelimb, it demonstratively swaps them behind its back, hidden by a screen of flared wings, then offers her the choice between the two closed paws. 

Headtilt?

Oh shit she's just been sitting here while the Trouble continues. Right. She gives a big shake to shake herself out of her stupor and then uh... Minidragon is clearly an actual person now that she thinks about it. It attempted languages at her for Erius's sake!

-Noseboops the left one she guesses?

It nods encouragingly, handing her the pebble she picked and keeping the other. Then it gestures for her to do the same with the vials.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm sus

But she can probably trust minidragon to have her [best interests or something in that rough sphere of concept space] at heart right now?

She does visibly consider it for a bit, then shuts her eyes for a moment and picks...... Left again.

It mimes drinking one of the vials and then opens and closes its forepaws like two mouths speaking to each other. 

Seeing her pick the left one, the little dragon works loose the cap of the right vial with some exertion. It upends the container and chugs the contents with remarkable speed. In less than six seconds it's swallowed the lot and sticks its tongue inside to lick up the last drops.

...Huh? Oh, so it's like a witch's translation spell. Great!

...She can't actually do that, given her current teeth and paw situation. Or can she. Illusory white-glove hand to the rescue, holding it and uncorking and upturning and shaking. They kind of suck for doing things but if she's going slowly and looking directly at it it can work!

She clicks her teeth when done and asks, "So how does it work?"

In the distance, the repeating cry resolves into recognizable words even as the sound doesn't change. "The King is dead! Long live the Queen!" 

"Hey fox lady! We got ten minutes to talk now, that's what the potions do. You're a druid, right? What brings you to the big city? And what languages do you speak, even an otyugh knows Taldane." 

The little dragon turns out to be a chatty one! It's switched back to the hiss-and-click language, and it speaks at a rapid pace in that tongue. The word 'otyugh' comes with a vague impression of the kind of creature that erupted from the sewers.

"Wait, do druids get Mage Hand?"

"Just ten- Better be quick yeah? I'm a foxspirit, I think this isn't my original-" 'world' wants to be either 'planet' or 'plane' "-planet or plane? Not sure. Fell through a rift. Those happen sometimes. Notal and Atsosi and a lil bit of Khesian and English. No idea what's going on here but it sure is a lot, gotta help while it's happening. The hand is an illusion with enough oomph to be real-ish."

"Ah, a rift," the dragon says, nodding sagely. "So you're a Fey, and you put the marine somewhere safe in the First World?"

The meanings the potion supplies for those words are wrong for her. 'Fey' comes surprisingly close, but the First World describes a whole other plane full of Fey rather than the Woods Between.

"Me, I'm Rixpar, they call us 'house drakes'." Those words come out in the first language he tried with her. Either the name or first-person pronoun also carries the connotation that Rixpar is male. "Wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to stick around once you've dropped her off again at a temple. I swear Korvosa isn't usually this much of a garbage fire."

"Wouldn't be much left standing if this happened every Sunday. She's in my little pocket of the Woods Between, should be safe there. A lot safer than a filthy street with mobs running around, at least. Uh... Cities are fucking messy and I usually prefer dealing with things that are definitely evil, less complicated, but needs must. Speaking of needs, I want to go keep looking for trouble?"

Off in the distance, a shout of “The usurper must die!” can be heard.

Rixpar laughs. "Yeah, easier to be Good if you live that way, they call this place Little Cheliax for a reason. If it's trouble you're after, there's an imp nest not far from here that you could clear out fast, or we can go further in and put some fear into more of the mobs together. Humanoids are always doing stupid stuff when they're angry or greedy or horny."

"On the one paw, too right. On the other, oi, I'm humanoid half the time! Hihihi."

Headtilt.

"I don't know what an imp is but if I see one menacing people trying to run away I'll stop them? Getting people to just - go home - or helping those who're just trying to stay out of it seems like what I wanna do, but you know this place more than me."

"It's worth doing. Queen Ileosa isn't going to be a good ruler but neither was her husband, and it's not like they're going to overthrow her and institute drake-inclusive Galtan democracy armed with sticks and stones."

He takes to the air, circles around, then swoops back down again to point her in a direction. "Looks like it's getting nasty over by Midland, university students are always spoiling for a fight."

She starts roof-hopping off in that direction.

"Democracy can go great or so badly. Really what you need are good people... Oh joy. Magic school?"

"Not the magic school, and always annoyed that the Academae is the one everyone thinks of first!"

They shortly arrive to find several knots of unrest, groups of students roaming and making trouble, shouting and facing off against other bands of workers or locals who are eager to settle grudges.