Boktor slowly walked past the guards of Razor Hill, saluting them and was acknowledged with a short nod. Gar'Thok was standing in the center square and grinned at him as if he was awaiting his return. Boktor didn't like the way Gar'Thok grinned.
"Boktor!" Gar'Thok shouted. "You're back! Good to see you again in one piece, friend. Where is your bow?"
"Turned out that human skulls are harder than the wood we use for our bows."
Gar'Thok laughed heartily. "We should send you back to the Valley of Trials, then, friend. You're supposed to shoot arrows with it. The axe is for hitting."
"Very funny, Gar'Thok." Boktor said but didn't have a smile to go along.
"Did you do what I asked you to, though?"
"Yes. I did. Benedict is dead. And a fair few of his men as well."
Gar'Thok put a hand on the young hunters shoulder. "I know how you feel, Boktor. I've been through this as well. Every orc is. The killing gets easier with time."
"I already noticed." said Boktor.
"Now they will have to wait for the arrival of a new commander and new men. We keep 'em weak this way."
"I found this letter but I can't read it nor would I understand their language." He held the envelope out to Gar'Thok, who took it.
"Hm, a seal of their king. Orders maybe." He opened the letter and his eyes wandered up and down the sheet of parchment it contained. "I don't get it completely but as far as I understand, they are planning something bigger this time." He put the parchment back in the envelope and gave it back to Boktor. "I can't send you straight to Thrall but Vol'Jin might be interested to see this. You better bring this to Orgrimmar, friend. And don't forget to tell him your name. Your find might bring you some honor."
"Alright. I'll pick up a new bow and then I'm off." Boktor said.
He was already halfway to the bowyer when he heard Gar'Thok call him and he turned around.
"We're all only following orders, you know?" Gar'Thok said apologetic.
"Yeah." Boktor answered. "I know. We all are."THE END