Traveling through naga-infested lands has shown me the cruel truth about how my less fortunate brethren are treated. At Marshlight Lake, to the southwest, I observed a particularly malicious taskmaster playing a deadly game. He orders his slaves out to the islands in Marshlight Lake when he knows that Terrorclaw, a giant bogstrok, is ready to feed.
I needn't describe what results. We are too few to take on the naga directly, but we can deprive them of their amusement by killing their pet.
Thank you, <name>. Perhaps with the help of the draenei, this marsh will one day be free of naga. I can't imagine what it must be like to be forced to serve them.
He doesn't talk about it often, but Maktu was once a slave.