Olfina Gray-Mane

Oh Jon, darling. You know you're the only stone-biting, knuckle-dragging Nord for me.

Mikael is quite the songbird. Maybe he's the reason you're here all the time.

Perhaps it's because there's no better way to face the cold Skyrim nights than with a belly full of ale?

Not now, I'm working.

When the Stormcloaks took control of Whiterun, it was a victory for all true Nords.

I take my duties as Housecarl very seriously. I won't hesitate to shed blood if my uncle Vignar is threatened.

It's not easy being a woman in Skyrim, I know. But stay strong, and men will come to respect you, and maybe even fear you.

What's the matter? You can't stand the sight of a strong Nord woman?

I miss the days when the Gray-Manes and Battle-Borns got along. Ever since the war started, we've been at each others' throats.