Scars of the Past

Four years ago, my own people betrayed me for refusing to do the very same thing that doomed us in the first place?drinking the blood of the demon Mannoroth. If not for my companion Korvir and Truthseeker, my body would have rotted away in the forests of Ashenvale.

<Logrash caresses the scars on his chest with a painful expression.>

The spirits whisper of demon scum called Naxiar hiding around the eastern lakes of Ashenvale. If you wish to have my aid, I need you to kill him and retrieve my wolf totem.

How goes the hunt?

Mok'ra, <name>. I'm assuming that the accursed demon is dead. Good, his ilk does not deserve anything more than death. Though my rage towards them runs deep, revenge was not my only motive.