"Well then, Brynna. In trouble again are we?" said Luka as he strode through the large double doors and into the battle room. He was tall, as most of the men from the Northlands are, with blue eyes and a neatly trimmed beard. "I have some news for you regarding our armies fighting your war."
"It's not my war, and, given the chance, I wouldn't have asked for your help." the young girl muttered indignantly.
"But you did, that's all that matters. Anyway, me and your chieftain have come up with a plan we feel would greatly turn the odds of war in your favour."
"A plan," she replied.
"Yes, a plan." Everyone stared at Luka expectantly whi