There used to be a woman from the modern world named Cassidy, she lived a happy life in a apartment with her career

One day she desecrated the remains of an old peasants home while a tourist in Ireland, so she was whisked back to the Middle Ages when the home was in its prime and made to inhabit it. Her body was possessed by a loving motherly spirit and her appearance shifted until she had a long mane of orange hair, infinitely caring bright green eyes and a voice that could sooth anyone into sleep

Nowadays she lives in a world of superstition, magic and fantastical joy. She sits at the bar.

“Hi…. You look cold dearie, want a drink?”