Matronly and stout, Olga serves as the town’s doctor, priestess, weather-reader, midwife, and pretty much any other major spiritual or medical need. Though she has an extremely moderate mystical talent, her reputation in the backwater village far outpaces her actual skills in any of these fields. Olga doesn’t try to enhance the reputation, but neither does she disuade it. She is proud of her children, but to a real degree considers all of the village’s children her own— she helped birth most of them, after all, and still sees after their fevers and broken bones.
Some 17 years younger than her husband, Brelgh, she loves him in a more devoted sense than a romantic sense and finds her life comfortable and meaningful, if just a little short of fulfilling. While she admires his skill with woodwork, she finds his obsession with caligraphy and painting strange and somewhat wasteful of time and their funds (though they are quite well off in terms of the locals), and less useful than his more practical profession.