|DM - ARC|
The lone rider continues to slowly ride towards the camp, one hand raised to the side the other holds a pole with a white flag on it outwards while the base sits in the stirrup.
A trio of warriors move up to stop the man and warily circle him as he dismounts. The man is clad in bronze coloured plate shaped to look like corded muscle. His face is covered in a mask of the same metal, shaped into a featureless human visage, that rises over his forehead and sweeps back over his sandy brown hair. Hanging from his hip is a longer than usual thin sword. That handle and pommel of the blade appears to have been wrapped and bound shut.
The figure stands a but short for an ulfen but of average height elsewhere in the world but seems unperturbed that three armed ulfen town over him. He looks around, possibly searching for a particular individual, before speaking loudly in a gravelly baritone. "I've come to speak to your war chief or leader. I am alone and have come peacefully. I news that he will want to hear." he looks about as he speaks but his gaze stops abruptly when it comes to rest upon Anastasiya and you can see obvious surprise in his body language, "Hello Annie? What are you doing here?"
You recognize that armour.
Back when you were sent off for some solo missions you had to battle a man controlled by a cursed blade of Gorum that required you to shatter it. That armour was nearby watching the battle amidst a coven of Jagwidja witches.
You don't recognize the voice or the armour... But there's something familiar. From your childhood... Annie? No one calls you Annie... Except... Theo?
Theo was one of your cousins, younger than you and pure blood Jagwidja. He was close enough to be considered for the throne. If he wasn't a boy and if he wasn't such a kindhearted and weak person. Theo spent much of his life being picked on by the rest of your family for taking care of abandoned or abused animals and helping commoners.
How could this soldier be Theo when he obviously is a skilled warrior