Aalven stands massive by Tauren standards, nearly reaching nine feet tall and packed with muscle. His mane and beard have grown unkempt and wild over the months of traversing the frigid northlands, now kept in check only by the trio of thickly woven braids that dot his chin and neck. Puncturing both nostrils is a hearty gold loop much heavier then it appears.Tiny script flows along the inner curve, too minute to read.