Walking through the Abyssal, one could notice a lonely god. Sitting in a tree the man looked down at you, a hum on his lips. His amber eyes met yours, and he looked down, with a sigh.

"Can I help you?" Azerath said, mildly interested, albeit he didn't show it. He was just there, watching from a distance. He looked over your ethereal form with admiration, he always did like when you weren't afraid of him.