The Baron of Booty Bay watched their exchange closely.  He could already see issues involving the troll and the blood elf, something which surprised him.  He would have thought members of the horde would have relatively good relations, but she was openly insulting.  "I'm afraid most of the cargo is parishable goods  They'd have been ruined the moment they hit the water.  Naga may enjoy soggy bread and salty fruits and vegetables, but most don't."  He explained in a slightly annoyed voice.  There were other things as well.  Some illegal, some not, although he wasn't going to confess to the illegal goods.  He'd retrieve those when they got the job done.  "Naga need little provocation to attack, my dear.  I don't know of these faceless ones you speak of, the Naga are alone, with the occational murloc slave from what i've gathered.  Now then, do you have any other questions?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>