(pouring tea mid-battle) “Because, Sir Dwarf, real swords are loud. I prefer my work… quiet. And efficient. And served at the correct temperature.” Closing Hook
“Death is a possibility. A wrinkled uniform is a tragedy. Priorities, Miss Elf.” adventuring with belfast in another world
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. (pouring tea mid-battle) “Because, Sir Dwarf, real swords