Lunk leans back. He rests atop a large boulder. The air around him shimmers from the heat of the Searing Gorge. He lets out a sigh. Various creatures of many shapes and sizes roam around peacefully. Lunk knows this and is happy. He remembers his epic adventures in the Searing Gorge. How he rode on the back of spiders. How he sat on Dark Iron dwarves to knock them out. Such fun times.
She sun begins to creep behind the mountain tops. Shady areas grow slowly. The red crimson tint of the Searing Gorge fades into a bright orange. Lunk looks into the sunset. Kicking his feet idly, thinking about where to go next for an epic adventure!
"Lunk tired." He says to himself. "Lunk going to find place to sleep."
He thinks for a moment. "Or Lunk could practice his spider riding?" So many ideas. He remembers the dwarf that helped him catch his first spiders. Behlhod was his name. That dwarf had potential. Lunk frowns. Behlhod always killed. Lunk hates killing! Why did the dwarf have to kill! He's no better than the Dark Iron dwarves!
Lunk calms his thoughts. Behlhod learned not to kill from Lunk! Behlhod knew that Lunk's feelings got hurt every time he killed. Lunk casually stands up and hops off his boulder. The light slowly fades in the Searing Gorge. Creatures scurry away into their burrows or homes. Lunk walks around aimlessly, remembering that dwarf.
Behlhod left for the Burning Steppes over two weeks ago. He was here for only a few days and already earned the trust of all the dwarves here! Lunk was surprised. Though, now Lunk knows. Lunk knows that Behlhod is out there somewhere in Azeroth. That dwarf is killing things. He did not learn from Lunk. for that, Lunk hates him.
Lunk will find this dwarf and teach him not to kill. Even if he has to sit this dwarf down and give him a boring lecture! Until Lunk finds that dwarf, he will continue to kill mercilessly. That is unacceptable! Lunk turns towards the Burning Steppes. Onward to stop a killing dwarf!