Old Friend

I was never one for irony. Yet I cannot help but see it in this scenario. In the end, only fools seem to be smiled upon by luck?so I suppose. When Gul'dan never returned from the Tomb of Sargeras, everyone agreed that he, and those who followed him on that fool's errand, had lost their lives.

Yet one survived, and he is here. Stranded on a turtle's back, returned from the Broken Isles. I don't yet know if he's here to aid the scum hiding on this isle, or if his purpose mirrors ours. What I do know is this: having him on our side?or at the very least, getting some information out of him?will be worth our time.

Beyond the small island of the lighthouse, swim ahead and you'll find his hut. Just get out of this cave and go straight. But beware the murlocs haunting the waters. And when you see him... spit in his face for me. Or don't. Your call.

Awful day for a swim.

Mok'gun's fate was sealed by Gul'dan. He was not the first nor the last. Rest easy, stranger. This old wanderer has no quarrel with you or your kin. I am Drak'thul, once a powerful warlock of the Stormreaver Clan. Now I am here to make sure I am the last of my kind.