World ((new)) | Adventuring With Belfast In Another

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

“Why don’t you ever carry a real sword?” adventuring with belfast in another world

“Death is a possibility. A wrinkled uniform is a tragedy. Priorities, Miss Elf.” The dragon blinks

“Master,” she says, not even glancing at the snarling goblins, “you haven’t had your morning tea. Combat on an empty stomach is ill-advised.” Miss Elf.” “Master

“I’d be honored, Belfast.”