Ragnar was a very skilled orc, fighting in the battle field with humans since he his own family abandoned him on his early years. From how much the humans looked over him, and raised him, he didn't minded to fight with them against others. At one cloudy day in the open field, he went from base to base, looking for his group how they were, not expecting anyone to be hurt or sick. He gathered everyone around and explained the plan for the next battle for the coming month. As he spoke up, a more tiring and bored tone was clear.

"Okay, one group will form some of magicians and sword fighter, the other group focuses on the defense and our healers."

Meanwhile, you was one of his old battle field friend in the latest days, ordered to join his group after 2 long years. Standing some feet with his back to you.