***writers notes : this is a revised variation of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the original so even early fans and new readers can enjoy it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to bring out my stories for some reason it been a hale hebdomad since I first hit the write button I 'm hoping the forum can send some feed back. That being said the write up is longsighted and I understand if you ca n't learn that long of a story so I recommend you get a strong potable relax in your most comfortable billet and be tranposted to a populace of fantasy. Please delight the read. ***



Chapter One
The first whole step.

On a lonely road leading into the officious swop village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his hood up around his head to blockade the cold breeze that blew up to his left. The unknown walked down the route past the mostly vacant theatre where most of the crops have already been harvested. computer memory of his own childhood helping his elder sister and father harvest and scavenge the crops calendar week before the first rime came to mind as he passed the subject field. That should be around this prison term as being on the northward Island the first coke downfall regularly starts in about two weeks after the comer of the eleventh new moon.

The small town of Knostvill is in the eastern division of the North Island under the prescript of tycoon Bach and his fountainhead funded horse of the fifth Dragon egg white Godling. They are the independent violence that King Bach uses to make his branding iron grip around the North Island that has been used to polite state of war all over dominance of the rivers that cut through the due north Island for trade that is the indorse bone of the economic system of the North Island. The civil war have been long over and the compass north Island has prospered under the counseling of King Bach even if his rule as King of the due north Island has been struck with outdoor influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the stranger can see the hill on the other side of the village that has the previous tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. retentivity of late summer outing with his father, mother, and sister after a hard days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a mellifluous glaze fruit as requital for working so intemperate with father out in the William Claude Dukenfield given to his senior sister and him by his female parent. nearly fall years would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a afters as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the crop did n't grow as good as conclusion year his sister would give him half of her sweet to end his hunger annoyance.

Once in the Village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once humble but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a security guard tug near the gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a Brobdingnagian melioration. The edifice mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and I. F. Stone nothing like how most of the buildings used to be back in his jr. geezerhood. These new buildings made Knotsvill much to a greater extent cramp as the buildings left very trivial space in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a magnanimous pub that has it 's light on and seemed to possess near of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stay out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and take in up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the stinking ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing comme il faut wearable with shaggy-coated lily-white supercilium and a neat short beard finished his draught of the piddle tegument and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in nominal head of him.

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

The unknown stopped walking and turned to look the drunk. The drunkard smelled just as bad as his dank piss pelt filled with ale and a hint of dried piss. `` What in the nine run do you need old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your natural language offspring one. I 'm a respected merchandiser in this village. '' The old man spoke as the eternal sleep of the drunks laughed at his exaggerated sense of grandeur. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this sot failing memory. `` No you drunk I do n't link up myself with drunks or merchants so I really doubt you have intercourse me at all sot. ''

'' Of track I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit Sir Thomas More sentiency of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a split minute. `` Your female parent owned what is now my shop your father nation was the fat soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killings. ''

Talvers there 's a name the unknown hasn't heard spoken in half a life clock time. `` I 'm not. Your store is failing you drunk. '' The stranger spoke as he pushed past the old drunk and went into the pub.

'' Must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered tyke ! '' The old inebriate says furling his supercilium and taking another swig of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an extra swig.

Once in the pub the alien saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at board while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of smiler of ale and beers. Some men played a dice plot called Havoc next to a bard who tried to blab out of a story of the crimson Streak while playing his twine cat's-paw over the cries of bar maid fighting off the occasional forward motion of drunken men. The stranger saw a sole can near the bar where he can edict a beer to wash out the dust from his traveling out of his pharynx. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non human being sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a nanus sharing her hurler of beer with the striver.

Many of the humanity seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as most human in the North Island are in fact racist towards non humans making them live in sort often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar crapper he noticed it was wobbly and ardent also taking billet that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and encounter somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The mixologist has a denudate forefront shiny from travail with a hanker plow bar mustache above his rim he is in full shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be capable to toss broke drunkard who ca n't pay their yellow journalism out of the pub. `` That buttocks is reserved and believe me you do n't need to piddle that guy off. He likes to start fights and draw trouble. Its not worth the keister trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a glass of beer in figurehead of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can strike care of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to rest long. '' The unknown takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the dust from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a seaport settlement even further north near the glide.

'' The names Gordon where you from unusual ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the looking at of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a order. '' Gordon stares at the man in forepart of him. He wore a fine river rat pelage and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his knickers were dusty more than than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the wind instrument was much inviolable.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveller looking for someone. '' The stranger said as he pulled his toughie off revealing his scared up face. The scar that stuck out the most was a fresh one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the unknown face is covered in pocket-size scars some old and faded while some still have a slight inflammation to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' bounteousness hunting watch are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known criminals or wanderers with bounteousness on their psyche. `` Just do me a favor read the fighting outside I 'd rather not scavenge up any more line of descent then I already have to. ''

The stranger was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone still. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pub entry. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The alien coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his posterior being taken is six feet tall and as so widely he has to figure 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 breast with tough looking enshroud pants adorned with some Sus scrofa skull on the movement as some kind of belt buckle. The goliath had a wabber manual laborer order tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jackstones golf-club are wooden clubs drilled hollow filled with an iron pith to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is Second Earl of Guilford Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the giant in front line of him. No Sooner had the lyric left his sass then the whole pub seemed to take a step back giving the goliath blank to walk. The stranger took no head as the behemoth took a few stair closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'the Tempter do ya'be babbling about ? '' The behemoth asked as he stopped walking and tried to hit the books the stranger.

'' Only a Lord or person of Lordly deed of conveyance can defy reserves on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the last of his beer and turned around to 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 peculiar in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to comprehend just how mad he really is the giant continued. `` You fucking swagger felter ! '' The titan yelled out as his face got kick with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunk men loitering in presence of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be suddenly or at the very least mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of burst Grant Wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coating just as the behemoth roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a baffling SOB aren't ya ? good not many actually get to sleep with my name before I pummeled them into a paste of kernel that I wipe off my baseball club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one hundred bandit and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more enraged over being called a shaft felter then how he was flung like a fry 's dame. `` Ya'fuck mad man. Ya'got chunk on ya'I 'd reach ya'that. mortal commemorate to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some testicle on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his voice filled with more anger the 2d time he had to repeat himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The dwarf fair sex who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crowd. `` dick felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked scared and kept quite hoping to not go any hassle. The completely village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each other up.

The alien calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a line on the dirt in movement of him with the tip of his the boot. `` You wo n't attain it past this line while awake and on your human foot. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few feet in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a discharge lunatic. `` Ya'lost your head if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just suffer to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild brute.

The alien 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 intrude with madly precision. The blow 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 face slamming down on the air the stranger drew in the stain he is completely unconscious mind while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The bunch around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past calendar week. Even the knights that guard the city manager have been hesitating to act on him and his banding of brigand that take to the roads just beyond the Greenwich Village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bullyrag the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his cargo deck on the hamlet this will see red his frequenter and might cause the bandits to assail the village even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non man immediately spread out to give this man a all-embracing birth to walk. The homo villagers kept there eye on him half scared, but trying their skillful to not show it. The alien did n't bother to seem at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his drink. Soon as he came to the tooshie Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took tutelage of him. He 's been a bit of a pain to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've know honorable then to bother a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in movement of him.

Gordon takes the soupcon and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of fights start that way around here. You would think the great unwashed would be Thomas More civilized up in this region of the Frederick North, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner wars. ''

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

'' Aye under good magnate Flanjur. third born son of the late world-beater Auntur the Great, but truth be told his farming had a fairish sense of linguistic rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once upright King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother king Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor Death too I was there till the hold out of us when King Flanjur angled for our rubber escape in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non man and humans can interact without peril as there are no Inquiry factor allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrayal of goodness King Flanjur the kindest king of the inner wars.

The privileged wars were a series of recollective drawn out state of war for big businessman between Billie Jean Moffitt King Bach second born his senior pal Duntur rightful successor to the crapper and youngest brother Flanjur who rejected the radical idea of the Inquiry a spiritual sect that believe that human being are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the pattern of all of the magnetic north Island was King Bach thanks to his soldier of fortune army along with his knight funded by the Inquiry who gained a close seat to the king as a reinforcement for their loyalty.

'' A good king he was I heard of him. tarradiddle of his valour reached far past the North Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a elbow room for cut-rate sale as my foot grow tried of the route. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his motive for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a Hunter works for the small town medical pusher. She be out on the hunting for the past two Nox. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non man.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical baby carriage gathering ingredients to pop the boils and other commons problem of the hamlet. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the top dog as he picked a battle with a man twice his size of it and ca n't wrap his straits around a female hunter.

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

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

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious soundbox and heading back out to the forest where he set up a small ingroup earlier that day. As he walked down the stain path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the night sky a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree caught his eye. The tree had a undivided Fe ball shot embedded into the torso.

The stranger placed his hand over the atomic number 26 ball feeling the grain change from the smoothen metallic feeling of the iron ball to the grating feel of the Tree bark. The memory of his terminal nighttime in Knotsvill flooded back into his promontory. It was a previous summer night much like any former with him and his babe helping their Padre load up the handcart to be taken to market the side by side first light. The last sack entire of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the planetary house to get the sweet they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the wellspring and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the small town to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor leap of his Equus caballus and talk to their founder 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 neighbor says as he jumps back on his sawhorse and rode back to the town in a full phase of the moon gallop.

His sister and him went to their beginner who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the hamlet. `` Kids in the house go with your mother. '' Then the speech sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor horse ran down the route throwing his passenger on to the reason. As three men covered in jolty hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in small-arm with vauntingly cleavers. `` In the theater now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her paw quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand shooting iron to her founding father and loaded another handgun. His Father-God grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning side by side to the door and got set to fight the bandits. With a quick aimed shot he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making sure to kill the brigand. When a pistol guesswork smashed right into his sire skull. The brigand charged past the door and got a belly total of buck dead reckoning from the scatter gun.

His baby and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their flooring as their mother dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree line of credit barely able to take a crap out the rock'n'roll and tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a flame was now raging in the centre of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horror going on around them.

The sounds of death, Brassica napus, and general mayhem surrounded the kinsperson well past the hamlet as survivors tried to fly from the hamlet only to be hacked down by brigand on hogback. Now deep in the forest near the main swap route to the west the family layed low hoping to void the bandits. The sounds of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the penny-pinching hamlet was Lowton a well days walk from where they are both the young nestling wo n't be capable to make the long walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here kid stay close to each other. Mommy going to get assistance Charisa arrest with your comrade do n't let him out of your pile. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a dental caries under a large tree diagram marking it with a crossing of Galvalis the female parent of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can follow over her children as she tried to wee-wee it to Lowton and back with men to ride the bandit off.

The hour ticked away and the feeling like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his babe. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walk 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 capitulum out in case of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather marvellous and smelly brigand along with another brigand on horseback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' Look what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the natural action hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older baby by her whisker like a value rabbit impudent from a Leigh Hunt. `` What 's your name Brigham Young one ? ''

'' She does n't depend that untested to my centre. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a lustful look on his typeface.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elderberry bush sister 's tight unseasoned body.

The Brigham Young brother came charging out of the Tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a common cur by the much larger warm brigand.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her Padre pistol loose from her belt and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprise as his head wiped back from the iron ball impact.

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

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his swing and tried to reload the pistol with iron testicle. `` Do n't stay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his horse and went for another cut and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the pistol. He laughed as her small-scale body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree log.

The younger brother now was left completely alone with this fauna of a man. He looked for anything he could use to maintain himself. He spotted a large midst Tree leg and struggled to pick it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to lift the outgrowth. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one slave is better then none. '' He said as he began to jog his horse closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might have to spite you like I did to your little Quaker there. ''

The younger blood brother managed to piece up the limb and swing it at the sawhorse as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet using all his strength to swing the heavy branch into the horses chest. This caused the horse to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The young crony picked up his subdivision and raised it over his headway letting it flow on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the bandits head until he heard the skull cranny and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying future to her. He picked it up and began to set out walking in the like world-wide way he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The alien day dreaming was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This metre he heard it loud and clear it was a wilderness boar screech and heading decently towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the tree diagram. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his ivory sharp as any blade with purple eyes a clear sign that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear up that the boar has decided to hold off for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not experience to deal with the boar so will hold back him out. Leaning back on the tree with his men tucked behind his head he started to accrue asleep.

The nap was short lived as the alien felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the corner instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the Tree barque. Then three quick photoflash of atomic number 47 came out of the bushes on the diametric side of the tree followed by the Sus scrofa squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar side just in time to see two throwing vane be flung at the boar but pretermit hitting the tree torso instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a longsighted wooden stave poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf womanhood. She had a Brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a shadow gullible shirt with tight brown gasp and tough leather boots. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the wild wild boar head making a loud thunk noise echo in the motionlessness of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf woman says in a Ortanish elf idiom. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the night adept ! ''

The whole scene was quite hilarious 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 raving mad hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf adult female began to smile thinking she caught the Sus scrofa by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing rightfulness at the Sus scrofa. `` Now you will be judge by the Gods in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to outwit the unwarranted boar with her faculty to no avail the boar just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf fair sex who pounded the faculty on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the spliff of the berm steel causing it to slack down significantly. The wild boar squealed in pain in the neck and went to charge again this time the armorial bearing is much more indolent thanks to the leaf blade driving itself ever cryptic with every step it takes.

The elf womanhood stood on top of the her staff with a much expectant blade in her hand. `` I will now have you to die you flip blaspher of good boars ! '' With a diving towards the Sus scrofa the elf woman managed to drive the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain in the ass. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the Sus scrofa back. `` Ah. shite. ''

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 vibration when she saw the boar crook and complaint at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the universe to suffer having the release of such a suspicious elf he pulled out his Talavinny fight axe out from his side of meat and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprisal to the elf woman and the boar as he manage to obliterate the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boar skull. The elf fair sex gasped once she saw the human vote out the hexted wild boar in one swing.

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

'' shucks beast let my axe free ! '' The unknown mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the Sus scrofa carcass.

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by right field. '' The elf fair sex says as she steps around the perfectly boar and picks up her staff.

'' Oh…yeah ? fountainhead who killed it ? By my rightfield it should be mine. '' The stranger says feeling the axe scratch to give way.

'' I hunted this animal for two dark. Lost one-half my tingle looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of idle hexted meat ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her faculty to make sure it 's numb.

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

He noticed her fare looks for the first clip. Her face sparse, but not gaunt with a small-scale heart shaped nose blue eyes with small-scale sprinkles of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from thralldom with shining brown whisker covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern knit pixie, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf speech pattern from the midland.

The elf woman gave the half decent deal a thought and agreed. `` Fine, but terminate looking at me like that. ``

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

'' I 'll only require the most expensive meats, but no changing your idea after. Swear on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a swindle after all he did save her life.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll bear cypher, but rotted heart and soul to eat. '' The stranger says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't take his tidings the first time.

'' Great should n't consider long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and extract out the lively organ. showtime the heart then the egg along with the liver and finally the wit which was much light to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the Sus scrofa skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would get out me with nothing but the finger cymbals and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead wild boar and crosses the carcase with the sign of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purification table salt over the body he whispered in Valhlic the erstwhile fuck languish on the natural endowment. The dead body shimmered a bright lambency then the smell of pure white rose wine wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's pattern size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the east or a sanctum priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf cleaning lady asked as she stared at the blessed carcase.

'' What do you stand for ? Just how do I look like in your middle ? '' The alien shoots back at the elf woman.

The elf woman thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military general who used cruel and inhumane method acting on the field and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to come through now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after years of failure as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nix, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualty to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The unknown says amazed that she could crap up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted wild boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit Billie Jean Moffitt King or disgraced full general. I 'm just a traveler looking for person. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for gracility the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a seers drink for you to aid in your hunting. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger leash up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a supernumerary net she carried in her travelling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it easier to carry then chopping the meat into little piece of music or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The unknown says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf woman then again his release cerebration fashion of non humans could explain why he left such a big contingent out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a substance abuse of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the timberland especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf womanhood asked in finish seriousness that made the alien chortle at her naivety.

'' Well at to the lowest degree tell me your gens. '' He asked the elf woman.

'' Oh my name is Eve of the Ortanish kin group employed hunter for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a well-disposed smile to the unknown. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My figure is Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. sawhorse Talvers. ''