Adventuring With Belfast In Another World !new! -

The dragon blinks. It sniffs the air. Twenty seconds later, it is curled up like an overgrown cat, sipping chamomile from a silver saucer.

You realize you’ve never felt safer.

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. adventuring with belfast in another world

Belfast steps into the clearing. She doesn’t draw her weapon. Instead, she holds up a small, steaming kettle.

“Would you care for a cup?” she asks the dragon. “I’ve taken the liberty of adding a calming herbal blend. You seem stressed.” The dragon blinks

“Why don’t you ever carry a real sword?”

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. You realize you’ve never felt safer

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