This elderly Tauren woman stands just shy of 8 feet tall when not unintentionally slouching or relying on the support of her gnarled wooden staff. Nekaweh's stature is only dwarfed by the warmth of her smile. Upon looking at her, one notices her deeply wrinkled snout and tired looking eyelids. The woman’s soft amber eyes have dulled from their once youthful gleam. Her weathered mane sports long gray tresses that flow down her back and only upon closer inspection of her coat can you see faded black strands within. Her hair is obviously overgrown, but she keeps what she can neatly braided and slung infront of her. From underneath her mane sprouts long and yellowed battle-worn horns adorned with delicate leather weavings skillfully braided and wrapped around the girth. Dangling from her left