A little church-sponsored hypnosis therapy

"Have you heard of hypno-therapy?"

"Oh, hypnosis? Ghastly stuff, superstitious hogwash, I say. The snake-oil of swindlers and shills," the noble-lady protested, turning her nose up at the suggestion. "Did you know that there's a jester serving the so-called Knights of Dyna that practices it? Disgusting... Only a weak mind could be taken by it."

Lenore gulped, feeling disheartened that her suggestion had gotten off to such a bad start. Still, she soldiered on. "The purpose is not to take one's mind. It's simply to open one's mind to suggestions," she explained as she readied one of the trinkets prepared by the church: a small, golden cross with a brilliant white bead at the center, secured by a single golden chain. Unlike Guyld's jewelry, this piece looked nice, but was really just a cheap trinket. Still, it was, actually, an official tool distributed by the counselor's office to those who may have need of it. "Do you recognize this?"

"I know a cross when I see one," Guyld scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"Yes... This is not just a cross, however. Our wise high priestess understood that many of the nuns had a proper spirit of giving, but... certain reservations- mental blockages, if you will- that prevent them from fully surrendering themselves to Geod's wishes for them. This is but a tool for overcoming those blockages. Perhaps rather than thinking of it as hypnosis, simply thing of it as a way to... pull yourself out of a funk," the therapist suggested, as she wrapped the chain around one fist, so that the cross dangled lightly from the bottom of that fist. "What do you say?"

"I'll only allow it because I am so thoroughly certain that it will be ineffective. I remind you: this is the same methodology used by a knight. A clown knight," Guyld grumbled, crossing her arms and sitting with her back straight. Her expression was grumpy and displeased, suggesting that she was both too rational... and perhaps too old... to surrender to something like hypnosis, well-meaning or otherwise.

"So I have your consent," the doctor chuckled, beginning to swish the cross back and forth through the air. "Empty your mind... and picture the face of Geod..."