__full__ | Adventuring With Belfast In Another World

The dwarf kicks open a crumbling door. “More goblins! Finally, some action!”

She curtsies. “The riffraff has been removed. Now, about that tea.” adventuring with belfast in another world

The air smells of petrichor and wild mana. You’ve been in this world for three weeks. Your party consists of a nervous elf mage, a boastful dwarf warrior, and Belfast. The dwarf kicks open a crumbling door

The goblins charge.

Before you can draw your sword, Belfast steps forward. Her maid’s uniform is immaculate—a soft blue glow now woven into its fabric (a gift from the local enchantress). She holds a silver tray. On it: three steaming cups of Earl Grey. “The riffraff has been removed

Belfast sighs—a soft, melodic sound. She sets down the tray. In one fluid motion, she flicks her wrist. Her umbrella (which you now know is a +3 Rapier of Unseen Service) extends. Three precise thrusts. Three goblins dissolve into light motes.

That night, around a campfire under two moons, Belfast sits beside you. She isn’t cleaning or serving. She’s just… there.