Later that day, a stalwart warrior in full steel armor arrived at Orlov's tent on a horse.
The intimidating knight dismounted and eyed the goat beastkin warriors. "I am Lorans Sapren. Which one of you is Orlov?"
Hearing this, Orlov stepped forward. "I am Orlov."
Lorans turned his head and gave him a knight's salute. "I come here under the orders of Lord Alaric Silversword to defend the goat beastkin tribe."
Looking at the formidable knight before him, Orlov was excited. "With Lord Lorans protecting our tribe, I can rest assured!"
The goat beastkin warriors were also happy and relieved. Just from Lorans' aura alone, they could tell that he was powerful.
"There is no time to waste. We must head to your village at once!" Lorans didn't wait for a response and quickly climbed onto his horse.
Seeing this, Orlov and the others mounted their horses as well.
Lorans led the way and took them outside the settlement where a thousand cavalrymen were already waiting.
