With hair as pale as straw and eyes the colour of the open sky, there can be little doubt that Osyth hails from the lands of the Horse Lords.

His arms and shoulders look especially powerful, and when matched with his broad chest you might get the impression that he is an especially strong man. Not the sort of strength a man might gain from training with a sword, but the sort enjoyed by lumberjacks or blacksmiths. The sort that can bend a sword. 

He might strike an intimidating presence, were it not for the fact his face is set in almost a perpetual grin or roaring in laughter. His eyes are filled with mischief and his large hands are more often reaching out to squeeze a lasses buttocks than balled into a fist.