((I'm Olhal, and Fyroh at the same time.))
Olhal quickly darted forwards to separate Artemisia and Sorain. "No, I don't know her..." He stood in front of Artemisia as if to take any attacks that came at her.
Fyrohs ears pricked up; lazily, he strolled over. "Oh. Hey, Olhal." he muttered, raising a hand in greeting.
Olhal returned it. "Fyroh, who is this gal?" he asked, confused.