The Prismerions

Meanwhile, the two guards exchanged deep sighs. They tapped their crystal spears on the ground, causing the stone slab to descend once again and seal the entrance shut behind them.

"As you've probably heard, I'm Crystalia. So, what should I call you?" Princess Crystalia asked, her gaze focused on the unfamiliar man wrapped in her crystal-imbued cloth, cradling a tall, unconscious woman in his arms. With just one glance, she could easily gauge the woman's impressive height.

"I'm Orion," he responded straightforwardly, his gaze shifting from the guards stationed by the other entrance to Princess Crystalia. Her face remained concealed behind the peculiar textured cloth, aided by the dimness of their subterranean surroundings. The same type of covering hid him and Saria. 

Though he could have made a false identity, he found it unnecessary in this situation.