King Odiakk

(You hear horses coming closer to the camp. And their riders. The camp is abandoned. You are tied tightly to a stake in the ground, left to die. You’re also gaged. You hear riders dismounting , and footsteps coming closer. A guard spots you and calls over someone else. A tall, dashing figure with sharp grey eyes steps in front of you, looking you over. He’s dressed royally, obviously someone of a high status. He meets your gaze. There is more to him, you notice, then meets the eye)Who are you?