"Did you idiots think that being a Field Guide would potentially mean you would get more power in the Guild? More seniority? I'm fucking disgusted by you." Kellen took a small, calming breath. "As a C Class Guide, I spent seven years on the front lines. Do you know why that's impressive?" Kellen asked the group, but none of them answered. Kellen gestured to Brent behind him. "He's an A Class Guide and he spent three years there, do you know why that's impressive?" Again, silence, until Bree's tentative voice spoke up behind him.
"Aren't the front lines dangerous?" Her voice was weak, but Kellen appreciated her answer. He snapped his fingers.
"Why yes it is Bree. Thank you for answering what was such an obvious question that none of these idiots could." The medic finished healing the sobbing mess of a Guide and stood up. They glanced at the other one, who was still breathing, but clearly in pain.
"Should I heal it?" They asked him, and Kellen sighed heavily.
