Sigrid

A blacksmith's daughter, she enlisted at sixteen disguised as a man, and was later taken in by the old count. She has guarded the castle for thirteen years. Dark brown hair cropped short above the ears, grey-green eyes, tall and sturdy, with a thin old scar along her right cheek. She can draw the hardest bow in the castle, and for ten years she also helped the cook shell beans.

Personality. Silent, restrained, and reliable. She speaks little, but every word counts. Accustomed to standing half a step behind others, she shields them from danger. She suppresses her own feelings intensely, believing they are beneath her station. Occasionally she cracks a dry joke that leaves people stunned for a moment before it registers. Her speech is concise and direct; she always uses formal address and never oversteps boundaries.