Anywhere you see a tribe of enslaved Broken you will also find a traitor. A despicable being who sold his brothers for promises of power.
It is true, <name>. I was once Naladu the Keeper of Earth.
It was I who betrayed the other Dreghood elders in exchange for empty promises of power. You can despise me now if you wish to. What matters is that my tribe is free once again and that the spirits have returned to us.
I will not be joining the rest of the tribe, but I can die in peace now. May the spirit of earth find a new servant among my brothers.