I’m picturing a sobbing Garrosh alone in his throne room, his head pillowed in his hands.
A pitiful whine escapes his humongous form.“My staunchest defender has returned.”
A copy of Tevruden's blog because I don't Trust Like that anymore.
I’m picturing a sobbing Garrosh alone in his throne room, his head pillowed in his hands.
A pitiful whine escapes his humongous form.“My staunchest defender has returned.”