Loran
"Hello friend," as I flashed and landed next to that Loren and his forces, I said while greeting the old age lord in front of me, "may I have a word with you?"
"Don't listen to this tyrant! The moment he appeared here, he started attacking others without rest or reason!"
"This…" to be honest, the voice that came right now startled me. I turned and saw a fine looking young lady, wearing tight brown armour around his refined waist and body, while her long brown blue hair extended over her shoulders.
She wore a circular helmet that covered the top of her head, with horns coming out from it, giving me a familiar feeling of the ancient civilization in human history; the Vikings!
"You are… Loran?!" I asked in doubt, and the look of surprise over her beautiful face told me she never expected me to know her name.