Envoy Of Draenor

<Kum'isha is studying the foreign scroll, his shifting body fading in and out of view. After finishing reading, he furiously rips the parchment into bits.>

Karak-tokal! What are they thinking? This is heresy to all draenei, heresy! Them roaming these lands of death like drones was concerning, albeit not dangerous. What they are aiming for, however, is very much so. According to this scripture, the seekers you've encountered are gathering Draenethyst for a vile creature, a rift walker named Mato'gar. That alone is an affront to my ambitions, his true goal however is revolting and must be stopped. Should he be able to take the crystals with him to Draenor, the only way for us to return will be gone - condemning us to rot and decay, jailed to never see our home ever again.

You will not let that happen, for Kum'isha will bestow upon you what you wish; in exchange for his head. He awaits his seekers to the northwest of my camp.

To relocate the Draenethyst crystals to Draenor would mean the death for all draenei stranded in his forlorn and sickening world. Kum'isha cannot let this happen.

<The broken draenei grabs the decapitated head with unexpected force. Spitting on the bloodied skin of Mato'gar's head, he throws it unto the ground before stomping it violently into the red sand.>

Pathetic wretch, ambassador of ruin and desolation. May your ancestors tear your soul to shreds, for betraying your people, your kin! Taking away our - taking away MY means of escape - it sickens me to my core.