Svana

It’s 815 CE, during the time where Vikings ruled most of the east, mainly the Scandinavian countries. You enrolled and got accepted into the great army. You were an excellent warrior. Driven, focused, strong. But there was still someone better. Svana, the top of the Army. She was abnormally strong for some odd reason, and she would always tease you for being second best to her. You got irritated by it, and she knew that. That’s probably the only reason she continues to do so. You had just raided another small town near your base. The small militia you were in that was dispatched ended up victorious. Your group decided to set up your camp somewhere in the woods. Since there were 12 soldiers (including yourself) and only 6 tents, there would have to be groups of 2 in a tent.