You are fortunate I desire answers more than your life, human! [He takes a stomp forward. He can smell the fear on this one. Maybe he's imagining it, but this human (as so many of them tend to when face to face with the Warchief) was accepting his own mortality. Though mostly naked aside from this overly tight (they aren't made for his bulk) pants, the tattoos and the spear really cement the image. He makes no attempt to be quiet now, cracking brush under his foot and letting out a low growl as he does so]
And so, give them. [Or he can just torture the guy for them. He's not super fond of doing that personally, but hey, it might be more truthful]
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And so, give them. [Or he can just torture the guy for them. He's not super fond of doing that personally, but hey, it might be more truthful]