"State your purpose here, Miss Rebecca Willow." A cold voice called out, as he stepped from the barricade, probably coming out of a small hut where he had control over communications. He was dressed in multiple layers as well, but the pins over his heart showed his status. A Captain.
He had short black hair that also had some design etched on his skull, with a small braid in his hair hanging to the side. I was confused about who this man was, he definitely had some of the Viking blood on him, as I remember some of their cultures. The last thing that I remember about the Viking's land, is they didn't have this much manpower in the land, but times can change in five to ten years.
