"I must say, I expected Jean here much sooner. I regret that the rest of you need me, too," the counselor, a young woman with her raven hair in a bun, looked at them with bright blue eyes filled with compassion.
"We only found out about the services you provide recently," Jean muttered. He did not want to clarify to the elf from where.
"I suppose you are all here to speak about Samkiel's Tomb and the Scarletting Basilica? Or are there other quests that keep you up at night?" At the counselor's question, Leander shifted in his seat.
"Would it be ok if we bring two non-adventurers here? To speak to you? They were through a lot and still wake up at night, screaming," Leander was speaking about Atha and Bog, who could only be calmed by the two hamsters: Fluffs and Pumpkin.
"Are they contracted with the guild in any way?" She asked; Leander nodded.
"They have a protection deal," he answered.
The counselor nodded. That was good enough.
Now, you might be thinking: what the **** is this ****? Therapy for adventurers? The heck?
Well, did you know that most knights had PSD? They would go to priests, I imagine, and confess, which is still a form of therapy if one thinks about it.
Most knights were adults, my group of adventurers is made up of teens. So, back as I was writing this book, I decided to give them some support. Not the religious kind because the book has nothing to do with religion, but help.
And… is it really so strange that people in McFantasy Land would help one another? People are just people, in the end.
And everyone needs a shoulder to cry on.