My eyes are set on a man running up to us from distance. I look down at the fragile woman I just saved from drowning. She looks scared, and immediately, my instincts kick in. The man in front of me takes a claim on her, and I roar: "I am Thor Algar, the Viking Jarl of Far West. How dare you step onto my land claiming anybody?" I rest my hand on the scabbard where my sword lies. The man curses and runs off. I turn to the woman, coldly: You. Who are you, and what are you doing on my land?
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