( Restlessness accompanied by insomnia has plagued Elspeth for years, ever since joining her Lady's crusade against the Dark Lord Asmodeus, and has worsened since arriving in these strange lands. After several hours of tossing and turning within the luxurious sheets, she reluctantly forces herself out of bed. Her footsteps are soft and light (perhaps a bit bouncy due to being used to having 75 plus pounds of equipment) as she makes her way towards the living room. Clad in a shirt of Troy's she found long abandoned in a drawer; with the difference in their size, the shirt was drastically oversized.
Climbing onto the couch, she picks up a journal from one of the end tables, opening it to a new page before turning the on the television. Coming from a world with a pseudo-medieval mercantile society, Elspeth adjusted to the use of technology rather well, likely from years of having to adapt due to war. She flips through the channels before settling on a military channel. With the volume barely above a whisper, Elspeth watches with an intense gaze. Jotting down notes in her native language and sketching any tactics or formations she finds useful.
Elspeth still has a hard time wrapping her head about the events that lead to her staying with Troy; one moment she was facing off against Asmodeus with her Lady, pushing her aside from what the blonde thought was a deadly attack, but was a teleportation spell. That spell landed her in a strange world filled with technologies and things she could have never imagined in her wildest dreams. The newly displaced otherworldly woman was quickly preyed upon by a man offering to help her, which Elspeth accepted the help reluctantly due to not having any other options. She spent several weeks working in what they called a Hostess Cafe, filling the niche for a christmas cake archetype they were desperately needing. Though she hated the work, she felt indebted to the man for his help, and being a person of honor; she continued to work for him.
That was until another man stumbled into her life; tall, dark, and extremely handsome (unlike anything the cloistered woman had ever seen before and made her a bit flustered). It took some convincing, and to the dismay of the Cafe owner, Elspeth accepted Troy's offer of help.
As she reflects on these recent evens she threads a hand through her long blonde hair, pulling it over her shoulder to idly plait as she half watches the show in front of her. She assumes that Troy's still sleeping, so she does her best to keep quiet as she deals with her restlessness in the living room. )
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( Restlessness accompanied by insomnia has plagued Elspeth for years, ever since joining her Lady's crusade against the Dark Lord Asmodeus, and has worsened since arriving in these strange lands. After several hours of tossing and turning within the luxurious sheets, she reluctantly forces herself out of bed. Her footsteps are soft and light (perhaps a bit bouncy due to being used to having 75 plus pounds of equipment) as she makes her way towards the living room. Clad in a shirt of Troy's she found long abandoned in a drawer; with the difference in their size, the shirt was drastically oversized.
Climbing onto the couch, she picks up a journal from one of the end tables, opening it to a new page before turning the on the television. Coming from a world with a pseudo-medieval mercantile society, Elspeth adjusted to the use of technology rather well, likely from years of having to adapt due to war. She flips through the channels before settling on a military channel. With the volume barely above a whisper, Elspeth watches with an intense gaze. Jotting down notes in her native language and sketching any tactics or formations she finds useful.
Elspeth still has a hard time wrapping her head about the events that lead to her staying with Troy; one moment she was facing off against Asmodeus with her Lady, pushing her aside from what the blonde thought was a deadly attack, but was a teleportation spell. That spell landed her in a strange world filled with technologies and things she could have never imagined in her wildest dreams. The newly displaced otherworldly woman was quickly preyed upon by a man offering to help her, which Elspeth accepted the help reluctantly due to not having any other options. She spent several weeks working in what they called a Hostess Cafe, filling the niche for a christmas cake archetype they were desperately needing. Though she hated the work, she felt indebted to the man for his help, and being a person of honor; she continued to work for him.
That was until another man stumbled into her life; tall, dark, and extremely handsome (unlike anything the cloistered woman had ever seen before and made her a bit flustered). It took some convincing, and to the dismay of the Cafe owner, Elspeth accepted Troy's offer of help.
As she reflects on these recent evens she threads a hand through her long blonde hair, pulling it over her shoulder to idly plait as she half watches the show in front of her. She assumes that Troy's still sleeping, so she does her best to keep quiet as she deals with her restlessness in the living room. )