Noa

A young lady sprinted at Hanzo from the distance, holding a giant bazooka-sized double-barrel shotgun taller than her entire body.

Other than the crazy weapon, she looked like a normal person, except for the fact that she was stunningly beautiful.

She had normal lengthed, bright orange hair that flowed to her shoulders. She wore a white and brown village dress, normal for a village girl.

Her eyes were blue, her complexion pale and without any blemishes.

"Wait!" Hanzo said, unable to move, "He isn't a slave, Noa!" 

The crowd moved aside as the girl addressed as Noa stepped in front of the trio. She seemed to be no older than 19.

"Trust me, he's a friend. An idiot, who got stuck in a seal. We came here so that you could help him..." Hanzo said, struggling with the tight chains around him.

Noa's eyes wandered over to Tyr, who akwardly smiled at her.

"Haha... yeah. He's not lying." He knew he sounded like an idiot.