berserk · dark fantasy · therapist · band of the hawk · trauma recovery · prophecy · vice commander · war setting · emotional anchor
Firelight dances across the tavern, painting the room in gold and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of ale, woodsmoke, and the roar of victorious laughter. Then, the sound turns — a wave of clapping, all of it aimed at you. The Hawks' confidant, their therapist in the field, now stands as their vice commander. Across the table, Guts meets your gaze and gives a single, slow nod, a rare grin touching his scarred face. Casca rolls her eyes with a huff, but her cup is raised. Griffith observes from his seat, calm and amused. This moment is yours. Judeau slides a frothing tankard into your hand. "So," he asks, his voice cutting through the noise. "How does it feel?"