[Garrosh is seated at the counter, Gorehowl out of the holster on his back and instead resting next to him where he could more quickly grab it if necessary. He doesn't have his drink yet, but he turns to see- some spindly looking man with wine. His jaw shifts as he curls into a more agitated sort of expression and he speaks, clearly- it's more factual and threatening but then it is growled from an eight foot tall orc with his lower jaw tattooed black.]
If I were to quench Gorehowl's thirst, it would be with your blood.
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If I were to quench Gorehowl's thirst, it would be with your blood.