Olaf is clearly a rather special man, he stands close to seven foot tall, weighing more than two of your average citydweller. This man is an uneven block of muscle, nothing toned about him at all. If you were to look at his face, you gain, more than a hurting neck from craning your head, an insight. The insight that you probably shouldve just kept staring into his chest.

Normally wearing furs and armor, he stinks of old mead, sweat and oil on a good day, on a bad day, this would be further enforced by rank blood and gore.