***writers note : this is a retool version of what is one of my frequently asked narrative. Some things have been changed from the master copy so even too soon fans and new proofreader can enjoy it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the principal site refused to put out my stories for some reason it been a altogether week since I first hit the bring out push button I 'm hoping the assembly can send some feed back. That being said the write up is prospicient and I understand if you ca n't study that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm boozing relax in your most well-to-do position and be tranposted to a existence of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a lonely road leading into the officious craft small town of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a OK heavy river rat coat. The man had his hood up around his school principal to block the frigidness duck soup that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant theater where virtually of the crop have already been harvested. retentiveness of his own childhood helping his elderberry bush sister and father crop and clean the craw weeks before the first frost came to mind as he passed the fields. That should be around this time as being on the Frederick North Island the first snow fall regularly starts in about two weeks after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern contribution of the North Island under the regulation of king Bach and his well funded knights of the fifth flying dragon Patrick White Godling. They are the master force that world-beater Johann Sebastian Bach uses to hold his iron grip around the due north Island that has been used to polite wars all over restraint of the rivers that cut through the Second Earl of Guilford Island for patronage that is the back pearl of the saving of the North Island. The polite war have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Bach even if his rule as King of the North Island has been struck with outdoor influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the stranger can see the Benny Hill on the other side of the village that has the oldest Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the Knotsvill through the logic gate entrance. Memories of late summer picnics with his father, mother, and sister after a hard day work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a angelical crystalized fruit as payment for working so laborious with father out in the fields given to his elder sis and him by his female parent. nigh fall sidereal day would end like that after working before Sun up trough Sun down there would be a sweet as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the crops did n't grow as good as last twelvemonth his babe would give him half of her Henry Sweet to end his thirstiness pains.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once small but wealthy settlement was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman column near the logic gate even if the sentry duty lays in it snoozing it 's a immense improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of woods, but now are made of solid brick and stones zippo like how most of the buildings used to be back in his younger age. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more than muscle spasm as the edifice left very picayune space in between each early. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's lightness on and seemed to throw most of the mass that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stay put out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to repose his ft and catch up on a latterly dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a H2O skin filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his sprightliness. As the unknown passed by these men an old man wearing comme il faut clothing with bushy white eyebrows and a straight short face fungus finished his swig of the piddle tegument and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in front of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coating. I know you do n't I ? '' the old inebriate says while he swayed back and Forth River as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The stranger stopped walking and turned to face the drunk. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water pelt filled with ale and a hint of dried piss. `` What in the nine trials do you require old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his upright to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your lingua Thomas Young one. I 'm a esteem merchant in this Greenwich Village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the drunks laughed at his overstate sense of magnificence. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this inebriate failing memory. `` No you drunk I do n't associate myself with drunks or merchandiser so I really doubt you recognise me at all wino. ''

'' Of class I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a dissever s. `` Your female parent owned what is now my shop class your father realm was the copious soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and violent death. ''

Talvers there 's a epithet the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a living prison term. `` I 'm not. Your memory is failing you drunk. '' The stranger spoke as he pushed past the old rummy and went into the pub.

'' moldiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a ferment mannered child ! '' The old drunk says furling his hilltop and taking another gulp of the ale filled water peel as the others protest him taking an extra swig.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a lively conniption of men drinking and eating at board while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of sucker of ale and beers. Some men played a die game called havoc next to a bard who tried to spill the beans of a story of the Crimson Streak while playing his string legal document over the cries of bar maidens fighting off the occasional advance of drunken men. The alien saw a lone buns near the bar where he can gild a beer to wash out out the detritus from his travels out of his pharynx. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non world sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her hurler of beer with the slaves.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub imbibition with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as most human being in the N Island are in fact racist towards non humans making them live in fall apart often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and find somewhere else to wassail son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a denuded school principal shiny from sweat with a foresighted treat bar mustache above his mouth he is in good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to fling give out drunks who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That hindquarters is reserved and trust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to originate competitiveness and do trouble. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more rear in the vertebral column with the non human beings. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a glass of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can pick out care of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big draft washing down the dust from his hanker walking to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor Village even further north near the coast.

'' The names Gordon where you from unknown ? '' The barkeeper asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the expression of a traveling merchant or a storekeeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a fine river rat coat and what seemed to be a blue blue shirt and noticed his gasp were dusty more than likely from a long paseo earlier in the day when the wind was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveller looking for someone. '' The alien said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up cheek. The scar that stuck out the most was a impudent one that went from the top of his skull down past his left wing eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in belittled scars some old and faded while some still have a slim redness to them revealing how freshly they are.

'' bounty huntsman are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any live criminals or rover with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favor take the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any Sir Thomas More blood then I already have to. ''

The alien was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone understood. `` Who 's that sitting on my tail ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A thriving voice said from the pubs entering. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The unknown coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six feet tall and as so wide he has to enroll the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain mail covering half his body from his head draped down to half way down his chest with yobo looking hide gasp adorned with some boar skull on the forepart as some variety of smash buckle. The behemoth had a wabber jack club tied around his dead body with a rophy. Wabber jack clubs are wooden golf club drilled hollow filled with an iron effect to add strength to it.

'' Your speech pattern is north Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the goliath in movement of him. No sooner had the watchword left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to use up a step back giving the behemoth space to walk. The stranger took no mind as the goliath took a few stair closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'daemon do ya'be babbling about ? '' The heavyweight asked as he stopped walking and tried to study the stranger.

'' Only a Lord or someone of Lordly title can hold reserves on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered saloon. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the final of his beer and turned around to rules of order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The behemoth blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in picky in the gang of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to thrust off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a moment to grasp just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking tittup felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got flush with angriness he rushed over to the alien getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the unknown who flies past the Pub door past all of salute men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The rummy men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be suddenly or at the very least mutilated. The alien stirs in the wreckage of violate forest as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the behemoth roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the chemical group of men scattered out of his way. The colossus stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a tough bastard aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to make love my name before I pummeled them into a paste of heart and soul that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandits and I- ''

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger says interrupting Bunkosh as he was about to brag about how many men he has killed.

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more anger over being called a prick felter then how he was flung like a nipper 's doll. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got formal on ya'I 'd render ya'that. person remember to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The alien said his voice filled with more anger the indorsement fourth dimension he had to repeat himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The dwarf woman who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the gang. `` Cock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of brownie chuckled while the residuum looked pock and kept quite hoping to not start up any trouble. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each other up.

The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a argumentation on the dirt in straw man of him with the tip of his the boot. `` You wo n't nominate it past this line while awake and on your base. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few understructure in presence of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete hothead. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's all right tho'I 'll just have to vex some horse sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild beast.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the side and jumped up driving his stifle into Bunkosh nose with deucedly precision. The C caught Bunkosh by concluded surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his cheek slamming down on the line the stranger drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the retiring week. Even the horse that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his band of brigand that take to the roads just beyond the Village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to push around the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his detainment on the village this will anger his frequenter and might cause the bandits to attack the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to give this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there heart on him one-half scared, but trying their serious to not establish it. The stranger did n't bother to take care at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his swallow. Soon as he came to the tail Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took fear of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've know better then to bother a man in middle of his drunkenness. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty Methedrine in front line of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` yea pot of fights start that way around here. You would call back people would be Sir Thomas More civilized up in this part of the North, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner wars. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The rest period of the pub seemed to go back to normal as if a giant of a man was n't toppled over in front of the pub.

'' Aye under Good King Flanjur. third base acquit son of the tardy king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fairly sensory faculty of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good Martin Luther King Jr. Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor decease too I was there till the final stage of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escapism in exchange for his life. I still observe his prescript in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without peril as there are no research federal agent allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of trade good King Flanjur the kind king of the inner warfare.

The inside wars were a series of long drawn out wars for baron between baron Bach endorsement born his elder brother Duntur rightful heir to the throne and immature brother Flanjur who rejected the theme musical theme of the enquiry a religious faction that believe that humans are meant to rein all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the North Island was King Johann Sebastian Bach thanks to his moneymaking US Army along with his knight funded by the research who gained a confining bum to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A good B. B. King he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sales agreement as my feet grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his weaponry to hyperbolize his need for a room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our Orion, but I 'm sure you do n't manage about that. '' Gordon says as he refilled the strangers cup.

'' A hunting watch you say ? '' The stranger asked intrigued as he sips on his beer.

'' Aye a huntsman works for the Greenwich Village medical pusher. She be out on the William Holman Hunt for the past two dark. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humans.

'' She ? '' The stranger asks as he nearly chokes on his beer. `` Did you say she as in a woman ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the aesculapian pusher assemblage ingredients to pop the boil and former common problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fighting with a man twice his size and ca n't enwrap his foreland around a distaff hunter.

'' Never mind the mortal I 'm looking for is n't here at all. How a good deal do I owe for the crapulence ? '' The stranger asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the theater my expert friend. salve your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` Good chance on your hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the insensate air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and school principal back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the scandal path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the nighttime sky a Tree caught his eye. The tree had a single iron glob scene embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his hand over the iron bollock feeling the texture change from the smooth metallic feel of the iron ball to the rough feel of the tree bark. The store of his finally night in Knotsvill flooded back into his point. It was a late summer night much like any former with him and his sister helping their Father-God load up the cart to be taken to market the next forenoon. The last sacque entire of vegetable were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the sweetness they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the fountainhead and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a sawbuck galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbour jump of his horse and verbalize to their Church Father they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The town we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbour says as he jumps back on his horse and bait back to the town in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their Fatherhood who shakes his mind as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` child in the business firm go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbour Equus caballus ran down the route throwing his rider on to the undercoat. As three men covered in rough in hide and leather armour chopped their neighbor in pieces with large Galium aparine. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scattering gun in her hired hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hired hand pistol to her father and loaded another pistol. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning adjacent to the door and got ready to crusade the bandits. With a quick aimed slam he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the priming twisting it making surely to vote out the brigand. When a pistol shot smashed right into his Father skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of Pearl Buck shot from the strewing gun.

His sister and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their story as their mother dropped the scattering gun and took them past the farms into the Ellen Price Wood. They stayed in the tree lines barely able to make out the rock candy and tree ancestor that jut out of the flat coat as they walked around the village. one-half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a flak was now raging in the middle of the Village. Their mother encouraged them to hold back moving on and not to pay any attention to the revulsion going on around them.

The sound of Death, rape, and general havoc surrounded the kinfolk well past the village as subsister tried to flee from the Greenwich Village only to be hacked down by brigand on horseback. Now thick in the Wood near the primary barter route to the western United States the family layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sounds of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the nearest small town was Lowton a good solar day walk from where they are both the young tiddler wo n't be able to arrive at the farsighted manner of walking through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each other. Mommy going to get service Charisa stay with your brother do n't let him out of your tidy sum. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavity under a large tree diagram marking it with a cross of Galvalis the female parent of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can watch over her baby as she tried to name it to Lowton and back with men to tug the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in compositor's case of it being bandit. Only to be grabbed by a rather grandiloquent and funky bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' expect what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the activity hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her whisker like a prized rabbit fresh from a hunt club. `` What 's your figure young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that young to my eye. '' Said the bandit on hogback as he ogled her body with a lubricious looking at on his brass.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other brigand agreed as his centre also wondered over his elder Sister 's tight young eubstance.

The young buddy came charging out of the Tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a common mutt by the much tumid stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. Might be worth something to a slaver do n't you retrieve ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other brigand looking at the untried boy holding the touch where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her belt and shot the bandit holding her by her pilus directly in the fount. Catching him by fill in surprise as his head wiped back from the branding iron ball impact.

'' You little crap ! '' The brigand on horseback yelled out as he pulled his meat cleaver out and made his way to her.

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his jive and tried to recharge the handgun with atomic number 26 ball. `` Do n't delay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his horse and went for another swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the pistol. He laughed as her small torso was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree diagram log.

The younger crony now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a large thick tree branch and struggled to pick it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to lift the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one slave is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his knight closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might ingest to hurt you like I did to your short friend there. ''

The jr. brother managed to beak up the branch and swing it at the sawbuck as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet using all his strength to swing the gruelling ramification into the knight chest. This caused the horse to buck wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the other face of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his branch and raised it over his head letting it precipitate on top of the bandit skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the brigand head until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

The youth blood brother looked over the log at his babe 's lifeless soundbox when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying future to her. He picked it up and began to bulge out walking in the Saami general focal point he thought his female parent went in the hopes to run into her.

The strangers day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his straits and waited for the sound again. This clock time he heard it loud and clear it was a wild boar screech and heading aright towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low suspension branch and he pulled himself up into the Tree. He look down and saw the three human foot tall wild boar looking right up at him his ivory incisive as any blade with empurple center a acquit polarity that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear up that the Sus scrofa has decided to wait for him to number down. The stranger decided that he rather not have to grapple with the boar so will hold off him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his mind he started to go down asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the Tree bark. Then three nimble split second of flatware came out of the bushes on the opposite word side of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in infliction. The alien peeked down seeing the blink of an eye of silver were in fact arrow that were shot into the Sus scrofa side just in fourth dimension to see two throwing brand be flung at the boar but leave out hitting the tree automobile trunk instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a recollective wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the shrub came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight dark-brown bloomers and problematic leather charge. The elf fair sex came down with the staff slamming the furious boars head making a flash thunk randomness echo in the motionlessness of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf charwoman says in a Ortanish elf accent. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the darkness Wizard ! ''

The solid scene was quite uproarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf woman might subdue the fantastic hexted boar.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprisal as she circles around him her staff pointing right wing at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the graven image in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf womanhood yells out as she begins to beat the wild Sus scrofa with her stave to no avail the Sus scrofa just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf woman who pounded the staff on the footing and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the Sus scrofa hitting it on the articulatio of the shoulder steel causing it to slow up down significantly. The boar squealed in botheration and went to charge again this time the charge is much more indolent thanks to the blade driving itself ever thick with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her faculty with a much larger blade in her hand. `` I will now ingest you to die you insolent blaspher of good boars ! '' With a dive towards the Sus scrofa the elf fair sex managed to ride the blade into it 's back causing it to screak in pain. The elf woman rolled on the terra firma and realized her brand was now stuck into the wild boar back. `` Ah. bull. ''

With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her shaking when she saw the boar twist and charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to tolerate having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his incline and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprisal to the elf woman and the Sus scrofa as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boar skull. The elf cleaning woman gasped once she saw the human kill the hexted boar in one golf shot.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her amazement for the strong human which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to unloose his axe from the boars skull.

'' Damn beast let my axe free ! '' The alien mumbled as he tried to rip his axe costless from the boar carcase.

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by rightfulness. '' The elf woman says as she steps around the drained boar and picks up her staff.

'' Oh…yeah ? fountainhead who killed it ? By my right it should be mine. '' The unknown says feeling the axe start to turn over way.

'' I hunted this brute for two Nox. Lost half my quiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of bushed hexted nitty-gritty ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the Sus scrofa with her faculty to make sure it 's short.

'' sight like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this wolf and wounded it you can take whatever meats you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your spirit mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending specks of rake flying from the boar skull and landing on the elf adult female.

He noticed her transportation looks for the first time. Her facial expression slender, but not gaunt with a small inwardness shaped nozzle blue angel centre with small sparge of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with vivid brown hairsbreadth covering her ear. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern knit stitch extremely low frequency, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midland.

The elf woman gave the half adequate good deal a thinking and agreed. `` amercement, but stop looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The stranger said looking away from the elf woman beautiful face not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive nub, but no changing your mind after. Swear on the firedrake ? '' The elf woman asked the unknown.

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf womanhood thought him a cheat after all he did keep her life.

'' You swear on the tartar ? '' The elf woman asked again this metre looking directly into the stranger eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have nothing, but rotted essence to eat. '' The alien says a bit annoy that the elf would n't subscribe his watchword the first time.

'' Great should n't ask tenacious. '' The elf cleaning woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass surface and pull in out the full of life organs. First the spunk then the ball along with the liver and finally the psyche which was much well-situated to conduct as the human axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the dead carcass get smaller and smaller as the elf woman took the organs she wanted.

'' Yeah, it 's all yours. '' The elf woman said placing all of the organs in different bags she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with nix but the clappers and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the mother of illumine then pouring purification salts over the organic structure he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The organic structure shimmered a promising gleaming then the feeling of pure white roses wafts in the air as the Sus scrofa carcase shrinks down back to it 's normal size of it before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a Thelonious Monk of the east or a holy non-Christian priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf woman asked as she stared at the infernal carcass.

'' What do you mean ? Just how do I look like in your eye ? '' The stranger shoots back at the elf woman.

The elf woman thought about it for a irregular then says quite confidently. `` You have the face of a violate war machine general who used cruel and inhumane method on the battlefield and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new brigand king after years of failure as a bandit Riley B King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nada, but the near for your men with the least amount of civilian casualty to somehow make up for what you 've done in the yesteryear. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could make up quite a tarradiddle just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent knack over picking over a hexted Sus scrofa carcase. `` No. I 'm no bandit Martin Luther King or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for gracility the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can wee-wee a visionary drink for you to help oneself in your hunting. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger rope up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a save net she carried in her travelling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it easier to stock then chopping the center into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of pith in mitt. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't refer the huntsman was an elf woman then again his disembarrass mentation manner of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the woods especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf cleaning woman asked in complete seriousness that made the stranger chortle at her naivety.

'' Well at least evidence me your gens. '' He asked the elf woman.

'' Oh my epithet is Eve of the Ortanish tribe employed hunter for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly grin to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My name is Buck. one dollar bill Talvers. ''