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So.

[He pauses, thinking on how to word this. Well, no sense in beating around the bush, is there?]

Thanks to the events of the previous two months, it has come to my attention that many, if not the majority of you have some likely rather deep rooted issues that the Queen is prone to picking at, and that she is unlikely to stop until we destroy her or she breaks our will to fight.

In light of this, I am offering my services as... shall we say a councilor? I know that it's difficult to trust someone whom most of you hardly know, but this is in fact something I have trained for. I can't and won't promise a complete lack of judgement, but I can assure you that you will be treated fairly if you seek me out for help.

Rest assured, anything you say that doesn't pose a direct threat to the other members of this little army will be held in confidence.

Feel free to speak to me at any time about anything that ails you, from minor complaints to feelings of loss to - [Subconsiously, he rubs at the edge of where the purple scales meet the rest of his face.] - traumatic events you may or may not have survived.

[He stops again, realizing something, and then breaks into a smile.]

Oh, but where are my manners? I am Ghaleon.