Where a gentleman might say "An ill-mannered lady", an honest farmhand may say, "A brutish knave". To describe Saehildr in flattering terms would be an accomplishment in itself: at a height of 5'11ft. she could be called a giant, and her wide, stocky frame gives the impression of an unyielding stubborn gate. Her amber-brown eyes and tanned skin add to the assumption that she might be from Bree, but at the same time she doesn't quite look the part of a local, as her manner of speech is surprisingly understandable and void of any bothersome accents. Reinforced chainmail and fur-lined armour serve to hide and simultaneously emphasize her lack of curvature and add to her foreign and grizzled image which, when combined with the other unsavory aspects of her appearance, make for a very unpleasant description; Tall as trees, wide as gates, clean as brutes, vicious as dogs.

Her face can't quite be called a saving grace either; Simply put, there is nothing to make it even remotely beautiful or attractive. Her poor dental hygiene manifests itself in crooked yellow teeth, her amber eyes are too uncannily alike to the vicious, predatory gaze of a wolf, her lips are dry and chapped, and her hair is a tangled, oily mess hastily combed to the side - half of it has even been (perhaps forcibly) shaved away, leaving a multitude of scars, most of them gashes, hints of healed scabs, and burns, plain for the eye to see. Despite this, however, she wears a pair of silver earrings and steel rings on each middle finger, the only redeeming features to her otherwise abhorrent appearance.