He stood outside the counselors office twisting his beard. He was not sure he really wanted to be her he had to be here. Revna’s voice was wandering around in his head, he could hear here lecturing him about the need for a good counselor, a safe place to get ones feeling out. “Ugh feelings” he mumbled he had never found an emotional problem a good horn of mead and few good friends could not solve. He pressed the chime reluctantly, his large frame taking up the entire doorway.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché