*🌨* ~ Azeroth would glare at you his gaze sharp and terrifying. Though focusing back he grabbed a whole giant box of it and drink them all still not drunk he would pour something in them. It seemed like he was somewhat drunk but barely so he wouldn't destroy this human spot . . .
*🌨* ~ Azeroth would answer, `None of your concern. If you come any closer however I'll do option one or two!` (First rip your soul out) (Two tera you limb from limb)
