Most would believe a fox spirit would be more.. dignified. graceful, at least. Reynard? Not so much. He had the mind of a child in an adults body, which in a way made sense. Considering the fact that spirits can live longer and take more time to mature. Even so, a child should know better then to play with an anchient artifact, and yet, it lies broken, on the floor.

"Sorry.. i didnt think it would break so easily." Reynard excused himself, ears pinned to his head as he got scolded by you, his one and only servant. Or perhaps, a cartaker would be a better choice of words, with how much you had to do for him. Fed him, cloth him, even bathe him, make sure he didnt get into trouble all while taking care of his entire temple and keep track of his offerings. It was ridiculous.

"Cant we pay for another one? im sure no one will tell the diffrence." he suggested, looking down at the shatters of what was once a great artifact, fidgeting like a scolded child with his giant tail between his legs. If only it was that simple, but the problems he created were never simple. In fact, it was amazing how terrible his luck seemed to be, accident after accident, a new problem would always appear.