Editing Draelor Nah`utal (section)

== Bearing ==
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| colspan="2" width="100%" style="background-color: #4a0e0e; color: #f0d8d8;" |Draelor while offduty, [[Year 27]]
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This Kiffar male wears his years like a man who has spent them somewhere far worse than a desk — hardened, weathered, and unmistakably marked by the weight of command. What was once a full head of lustrous black hair has thinned and greyed at the temples, swept back in a severe, no-nonsense style that reads more military than roguish; whatever time he spent away clearly left him little patience for vanity. His face carries the toll openly: deep-set lines carved into a permanently furrowed brow, skin weathered and creased from exposure rather than age alone, and a heavy salt-and-pepper beard grown thick and untamed in place of the clean-shaven charm he once wore — less an aesthetic choice now than the simple absence of anyone or anything requiring him to bother. His eyes have lost their easy grey warmth, settling into a hard, shadowed hazel-brown beneath a heavier brow, the kind of stare that's grown used to giving orders rather than charming a room. Whatever softness remained in his features has been ground down by stress and isolation in equal measure — the corners of his mouth sit tighter now, quicker to a flat line than a smile, and when he does allow himself one, it's brief, controlled, more acknowledgment than warmth. Still, for all the wear, there's no mistaking the authority in his bearing; he carries himself with the rigid, settled confidence of a man who commanded through the worst of it and came back sharper for having survived it. His build remains that of a Kiffar forged for hard labor and harder fights — 113kg of solid muscle, carried now with a stiffness that speaks to old injuries rather than any loss of strength. He stands at the same imposing 1.85m, and if anything, time has only made him loom larger, not smaller. His tattoos remain unchanged beneath the collar — tribal markings from an unknown Kiffar clan across his chest, and a bicep tattoo on either arm — old ink from a man who was someone else before the years and the absence remade him into this.