The fire crackles. Somewhere, a wolf howls.
The dragon lands. It roars. The elf mage faints. adventuring with belfast in another world
“I’d be honored, Belfast.”
The goblins charge.
Tea, Torches, and Tactics: A Day Adventuring with Belfast in Another World The fire crackles
She is polishing a teacup. “The dragon, Master, lacks discipline. Its hoard is scattered. Its scales are unpolished. And its fire breath—impressive range, but poor follow-through.” The fire crackles. Somewhere
“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.”