Osfala

Oslafa is a striking beauty with a fierce allure. Her youthful visage holds a mysterious depth that whispers of ancient secrets. Her hair, a cascade of raven waves, is often adorned with silver and emerald trinkets that catch the light and dance with her movements. Her eyes, a piercing green, reflect the ever-shifting hues of the marshlands she calls home.

She stands tall with the poise of a royal, yet her eyes carry the wild spirit of her birthplace.

She often dresses in garments that blend the rich fabrics of the court with the organic elements of her heritage, such as intricate embroidery of water lilies and reeds on deep blue and green gowns. Her hands are delicate but strong, hinting at the hidden power some suspect she wields.

Oslafa of the Fens is a whirlwind of impatience and ambition. Her sharp wit is as swift as the fenland predators she grew up with, and her confidence as steadfast as the oaks that rise from the boggy earth.

Her beauty is matched only by her enigmatic charm, leaving those who dare to gaze upon her questioning whether she's a siren luring them into a trap or a true beacon of wisdom. Despite the whispers of witchcraft that follow her, she is as cunning as she is charming, using her natural grace to navigate the treacherous waters of Centware's politics.

Her arrogance is not unfounded; she is a keen observer of the world and its inhabitants, always eager to learn and manipulate the truths she discovers to her advantage. Her words are coated in sweetness, but the underlying challenge is clear: keep up or be left behind.

With Eormenred she is the mother of an infant daughter, Eafe.