“Brant. I know it’s you. I can tell, underneath all of that bravado,” Lagertha said.
“Hold on. How do you know my name? Who are you?” Brant asked. Because of how long Lagertha has not seen him, he seemed to have forgotten all about his only friend.
But that alone did not stop the Wolf Queen from stepping close enough for him to see if he can recognize her. Brant’s eyes were opened wide, and he was finally seeing someone as if he never thought he would see her again. His will was not the same as Lagertha’s will, and his mind was only set on hunting down every night creature. His hate towards the demons was very strong; like Lagertha, the demons did many ungrateful things against his family. He finally knew that Lagertha was standing in front of him, yet he had so many questions to ask her.