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“Git o’er heer, gool! Yeh, I talkin’ to yoo. It feedin’ time now. Gotta git da grub ta all da gools! Speshal grub dis time! Bowels an’ brainz bowl… num, num, num. Jus drop da bowl nexta da gool. Gud way ta make frenz. Yoo got goolfrenz? Ha, ha, hah!”
-Gristlegut
Gristlegut at the Reliquary of Agony wants you to use Bowels and Brains Bowl next to 10 Decaying Ghouls.
Provided item:

You will be able to choose one of these rewards:
Upon completion of this quest you will gain:
Quest Giver/Turn In: Gristlegut (Abomination) — Reliquary of Agony, Zul’Drak [19, 75]
Requires: Active Ensorcelled Choker disguise (you must be in Scourge form to interact with Gristlegut)
Objective: Use the Bowels and Brains Bowl (provided) next to 10 Decaying Ghouls.
Quick Facts
Walkthrough
Warning: Vendor Item Trap
Hazards
Do Not Skip This Quest
Story Context
You are deep undercover as a Scourge ghoul, working for the Knights of the Ebon Blade to infiltrate Overlord Drakuru’s operation on the floating necropolis Voltarus. The Reliquary of Agony sits below Zeramas (a different necropolis from Voltarus, despite the visual similarity) and is infested with Scourge and pools of blight.
Gristlegut is an abomination who speaks in a broken, phonetic dialect and treats the feeding like playtime. His gossip text is equally charming: “Awww… look at da purty lil’ gool. Jump, lil’ gool! Jump! Ha, ha, ha…. Attsa guud lil’ gool.”
The grotesque reward names (Soiled Trousers, Redigested Mail Scraps, Aged Abomination Tripe) are a running joke. Your “payment” for Scourge work is repurposed undead refuse.
Explore Zul’Drak’s hidden easter eggs, lore mysteries, and connections across Warcraft history in Vikstone’s Zul’Drak Chronicles, along with the complete quest storyline.
Vikstone's War JournalThe choker’s magic made me look like one of them. Felt like one of them too, which was the disturbing part.

Gristlegut, an abomination with enthusiasm no corpse-stitched monstrosity should possess, handed me a bowl of something I refused to examine closely. “Git o’er heer, gool! It feedin’ time now. Gotta git da grub ta all da gools! Speshal grub dis time! Bowels an’ brainz bowl… num, num, num.”
He thought I was a ghoul. I guess the disguise was working.
“Gud way ta make frenz. Yoo got goolfrenz? Ha, ha, hah!”
I did not have goolfrenz. I set bowls down in front of decaying ghouls who shambled over to eat with sounds I’ll be hearing in nightmares for weeks. Ten bowls, ten satisfied customers.
“Num num!” Gristlegut approved.
Champion of Zul’Drak to ghoul caterer. The Ebon Blade’s infiltration plan better be worth the indignity.
The ghouls were fed, and Vikstone’s cover held. The Ebon Blade’s infiltration was just beginning, and the shadow darkening over Voltarus carried the kind of promise that ends more than just careers in Dark Horizon.