Much is said of the men of the North, taller and stronger than any other, made not only pale by their environment but natural warriors, cold bloodthirst tempered only by their strange honour in lieu of real civilisation. More is said of their women, equally as tall, healthy and hale enough to fight alongside their men in battle, of bloody red or shining yellow hair, bright eyes that reflect the alien but deadly beauty of their icy home and evil gods. Saefrith fits the stereotype.

She stands high and proud enough, golden hair captive in a single warriors braid by day. She's blessed with the build of a fighter but unmistakably feminine beneath the mail hauberk she's loath to go without despite the heat of it over hardy travelling clothes in the southern lands. She goes with at least a handaxe amid the loops, pouch and vital waterskin at the belt that supports her mail if permitted, and outside the confines of town walls carries several more in addition to a fearsome two handed war axe and large, painted shield in the style of her home. A seax knife is almost never missing from a horizontal sheath at the back of her belt. Straying too far from her horse, she's inclined to keep her saddlebags over one shoulder also.

Equally as stylised are the accrouments to her chestnut liver mare, Hervor, with distinctive northern knotwork along the leather and blanket, tail braided in the same fashion as the hair of her owner. Similar too is the creature's haughty attitude and unreliability when it comes to taking instruction.

Saefrith carries her chin high and, despite the sing-song lilt to her northern accented common  (scholars and the oral tradition of her people agree the dialect is descended from, and has some commonality, with the tongue of the giants), speaks with the natural authority of one used to having her way. Every part the chieftains daughter despite the temporary indignity of fleeing her home with a stolen horse and arms to seek fame, fortune and glory in the wider world. She's found little of any in the immediately available work accompanying merchant wagons, the coin escorting well to do women in their travels is better but scarce. What she needs is a good adventure, like the sagas told in her home...

Saefrith carries a significant amount of wealth on her person in the form of arm bands, rings and pendants (below clothing) in the manner of her people. This is not entirely to be ostentatious, but believed by her to be a practical measure for ease of barter and theoretical protection from theft, in addition to complementing her looks.