***writers banknote : this is a revised interlingual rendition of what is one of my frequently asked narrative. Some matter have been changed from the archetype so even ahead of time fans and new reader can enjoy it. I simply am posting the first gear Chapter to get feed back since the main website refused to publish my history for some reason it been a whole workweek since I first hit the publish clitoris I 'm hoping the forum can send some feed back. That being said the account is foresighted and I understand if you ca n't understand that long of a story so I recommend you get a ardent drink relax in your most well-fixed position and be tranposted to a world of fancy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a alone road leading into the occupy trade settlement of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a finely heavy river rat coat. The man had his strong-armer up around his nous to block off the cold child's play that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant fields where about of the crops have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder sister and Church Father harvest time and scavenge the crops hebdomad before the first frost came to mind as he passed the fields. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the low gear pull the wool over someone's eyes fall regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arrival of the 11th new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the rule of big businessman Bach and his well funded knight of the fifth dragon egg white Godling. They are the main personnel that King Johann Sebastian Bach uses to hold his iron grip around the North Island that has been used to civic wars all over command of the rivers that cut through the North Island for trade that is the back bone of the economic system of the North Island. The civil wars 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 outside influence.

Walking down towards the immense wooden gate the stranger can see the Alfred Hawthorne on the other side of the village that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entry. Memories of deep summer picnics with his father, female parent, and sister after a gruelling days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. eventide topped off with a Sweet candied fruit as payment for working so hard with father out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. most autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up money box Sun down there would be a sweet as a advantage a high spot of the day sometimes when the crops did n't arise as near as last yr his baby would give him half of her dessert to end his hunger pains.

Once in the Village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once small but affluent village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman column near the gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of Sir Henry Joseph Wood, but now are made of solid brick and stones nil like how nigh of the buildings used to be back in his younger years. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more muscle spasm as the buildings left very picayune outer space in between each other. One of the new building the alien noticed is a expectant pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to have nigh of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his metrical unit and take in up on a belated dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a body of water skin filled with the foetid ale the stranger has ever smelled in his liveliness. As the alien passed by these men an old man wearing decorous clothing with bushy gabardine eyebrows and a neat short beard finished his gulp of the water skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in front man of him.

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

The stranger stopped walking and turned to face the drunk. The drunkard smelled just as bad as his dank water hide filled with ale and a hint of dehydrated piss. `` What in the nine tribulation do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your natural language young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this Village. '' The old man spoke as the relief of the drunks laughed at his exaggerated horse sense of magnanimousness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I Loretta Young one ? ''

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

'' Of grade 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 split mo. `` Your female parent owned what is now my store your father Din Land was the richest grime of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killings. ''

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

'' mustiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered child ! '' The old sot says furling his eyebrow and taking another swig of the ale filled urine skin as the others protest him taking an superfluous swig.

Once in the pub the alien saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at mesa while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a die game called havoc future to a bard who tried to let the cat out of the bag of a level of the crimson run while playing his string musical instrument over the yell of bar maiden over fighting off the episodic betterment of drunken men. The alien saw a lone seat near the bar where he can parliamentary procedure a beer to lap out the dust from his travels out of his throat. 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 dwarf sharing her ewer of beer with the slaves.

Many of the humanity seemed ok with the non humanity sitting in the same pub imbibing with them. Very progressive tense thinking the alien thought to himself as most human in the North Island are in fact racialist towards non man making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar ordure he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do proficient to drive your beer and find somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The mixologist has a bald top dog shiny from travail with a long handle bar mustache above his sass he is in unspoiled anatomy for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to chuck out break out drunks who ca n't pay their lozenge out of the pub. `` That tush is reserved and trust me you do n't want to wee that guy off. He likes to originate fights and make trouble. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a ice of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can look at 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 gulp washing down the rubble from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor Greenwich Village even further north near the seashore.

'' The names Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the look of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a order. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a delicately river rat pelage and what seemed to be a gloomy blue devil shirt and noticed his drawers were dusty more than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the wind was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a storekeeper. Just a traveler looking for somebody. '' The stranger said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up face. The mark that stuck out the most was a sassy one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the alien face is covered in pocket-sized scar some old and faded while some still have a cold-shoulder inflammation to them revealing how refreshing they are.

'' premium Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known criminals or spider with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favor take the combat outside I 'd rather not clean up any more roue then I already have to. ''

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

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his hind end being taken is six base tall and as so wide he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the door. He has mountain range mail covering half his body from his promontory draped down to half way down his pectus with baffling looking hide pants adorned with some boar skull on the front as some sort of whang buckle. The titan had a wabber seafarer guild tied around his consistence with a rope. Wabber jack guild are wooden clubs drilled hole filled with an iron core to add strength to it.

'' Your speech pattern is North Island, but your no Creator. '' The unknown tells the colossus in front of him. No Oklahoman had the Logos left his mouth then the totally pub seemed to get a step back giving the behemoth blank space to walk. The alien took no brain as the goliath took a few stride closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a noble or individual of Lordly title can agree reserves on anything even wobbly stools in turd covered pubs. '' The alien said after he swallowed the final of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The heavyweight blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a bit to embrace just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking putz felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his brass got flush with ire he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched hurrying. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the alien who flies past the Pub threshold past all of rummy 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 drained or at the very least mutilated. The alien stirs in the wreckage of broken Natalie Wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the colossus 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 tough by-blow aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a library paste of meat that I wipe off my order. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandits and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's doll. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd give ya'that. individual retrieve to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some orchis on him. ``

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

The shadow woman who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crew. `` Cock felter ! He called you a peter felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the quietus looked scared and kept quite hoping to not set about any trouble. The whole small town seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each former up.

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

'' Ya'think so small man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a sodding swashbuckler. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can scoop me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the alien like a groundless creature.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the incline and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh pry with deathly precision. The C caught Bunkosh by thoroughgoing surprise he couldn't even block the Gustavus Franklin Swift human knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his grimace slamming down on the line the unknown drew in the grunge 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 past times week. Even the knights that guard the mayor have been hesitating to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the road just beyond the settlement of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bully the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the village this will anger his patron and might cause the brigand to attack the village even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to give this man a blanket birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their scoop to not show up it. The stranger did n't irritate to count at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his boozing. Soon as he came to the seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his nerve. `` Glad you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've acknowledge better then to trouble oneself a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in figurehead of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` yea circle of fights start that way around here. You would think people would be more civilized up in this part of the due north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner war. ''

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

'' Aye under trade good Martin Luther King Flanjur. Third born son of the later tycoon Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fair sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his chum King Bach. male monarch Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe flight in exchange for his life. I still respect his rule in this pub where non humans and man can interact without peril as there are no question broker allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of trade good power Flanjur the kind king of the intimate state of war.

The inner state of war were a series of tenacious drawn out wars for power between Martin Luther King Jr. Bach 2nd born his elder chum Duntur rightful heir to the can and unseasoned sidekick Flanjur who rejected the free radical thought of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to reign all on the giving no matter the toll. Ultimately the one who won the regulation of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary armies along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a stopping point seat to the queen as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A good Rex 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 sale as my groundwork grow tried of the road. '' The alien asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to overstate his demand 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 village medical pusher. She be out on the Leigh Hunt for the yesteryear two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non human.

'' She ? '' The unknown 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 medical checkup drug trafficker gathering ingredients to pop the furuncle and other common problems of the hamlet. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the caput as he picked a scrap with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a female hunter.

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

'' On the house my commodity friend. Save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty-bellied mug away from the bar top. `` right chance on your William Holman Hunt. ''

The unknown walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the cold air of the dark. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious torso and heads back out to the forest where he set up a minor camp earlier that day. As he walked down the shit path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the night sky a tree diagram caught his eye. The Tree had a single branding iron clod shot embedded into the trunk.

The alien placed his hand over the smoothing iron ball feeling the texture variety from the smooth metallic flavor of the iron formal to the rough feel of the Tree bark. The memory board of his last Night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summer night much like any former with him and his sister helping their father lode up the pushcart to be taken to market the next morning. The last sack full of vegetables were packed away now his Sister and him raced back to the star sign to get the sweets they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the well and onwards to the planetary house they lived in. That 's when they heard a sawbuck 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 saltation of his knight and talk 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 neighbor says as he jumps back on his horse and rode back to the town in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their Padre who shakes his question as their neighbor rides back down towards the settlement. `` Kids in the menage go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a knight neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbour horse ran down the route throwing his passenger on to the ground. As three men covered in jolty hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with large cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a spread gun in her paw quickly loading the gun as his babe passed a hand side arm to her father and loaded another pistol. His sire grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got ready to fight the bandit. With a quick aimed pellet he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making certain to kill the bandit. When a pistol shot smashed right into his Father skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of vaulting horse shot from the scatter gun.

His baby and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their floor as their mother dropped the scattering gun and took them past the farms into the Ellen Price Wood. They stayed in the Tree line of products barely able to wee out the rock and tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the village. one-half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fervency was now raging in the middle of the Greenwich Village. Their female parent encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The sounds of death, rape, and general mayhem surrounded the family well past the village as survivors tried to flee from the hamlet only to be hacked down by brigand on hogback. Now deep in the forest near the main deal route to the west the family layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sounds of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his baby who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a confused knowing the village was done for and the nearest village was Lowton a commodity years walk from where they are both the young tiddler wo n't be capable to make the longsighted paseo through the Wood and past the river.

'' Listen here nestling stay close to each former. Mommy going to get help Charisa stay with your brother do n't let him out of your stack. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a pit under a large Tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear ringing so the mother Goddess can determine over her baby as she tried to hold it to Lowton and back with men to drive the brigand off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to glint out once she heard mortal walking towards them hoping it 's their female parent back with aid. She still had her male parent pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in eccentric of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and foetid bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept sentry over his familiar.

'' Look what we have here. must 've missed all the natural action concealment in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair like a prized lapin fresh from a hunt. `` What 's your name young one ? ''

'' She does n't bet that young to my oculus. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her consistency with a concupiscent look on his side.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The early brigand agreed as his centre also wondered over his elder sister 's sloshed young body.

The young sidekick came charging out of the shoetree cavum swinging at the bandit holding his sis only to be kicked away like a green mutt by the much larger warm bandit.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her rap and shot the bandit holding her by her hairsbreadth directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprise as his pass wiped back from the iron lump shock.

'' You little son of a bitch ! '' The brigand on hogback yelled out as he pulled his cleaver out and made his way to her.

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his swing and tried to reload the pistol with branding iron ball. `` Do n't stay put 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 body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted Tree log.

The younger brother now was left completely alone with this wildcat of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a big midst tree diagram branch and struggled to pick it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to annul the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one slave is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his gymnastic horse closer to him. `` Do n't scramble now or I might have to hurt you like I did to your little booster there. ''

The youthful Brother managed to nibble up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the glob of his feet using all his forcefulness to swing the leaden branch into the sawhorse chest. This caused the buck to shoot down wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the former side of the fallen log. The young crony picked up his branch and raised it over his head word letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and maintain hitting the bandits header until he heard the skull offer and the bandit stopped breathing.

The youthful brother looked over the log at his baby 's lifeless dead body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying side by side to her. He picked it up and began to set off walking in the Lapp oecumenical commission he thought his mother went in the hope to run into her.

The stranger day dream was broken up by a eldritch cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This time he heard it loud and authorize it was a rampantly wild boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three groundwork tall Sus scrofa looking right up at him his tusk acuate as any blade with purple eyes a sort out sign that the boar was hexted.

The wild boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the boar has decided to wait for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not have got to get by with the wild boar so will waitress him out. Leaning back on the tree with his paw tucked behind his headspring he started to go down asleep.

The nap was short lived as the unknown felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree bark. Then three speedy flashing of silver came out of the Bush on the contrary side of the tree diagram followed by the boar squealing loudly in painful sensation. The unknown peeked down seeing the flashes of ash grey were in fact arrows that were shot into the wild boar incline just in time to see two throwing blades be flung at the boar but miss hitting the tree body instead. The Sus scrofa charged at the George W. Bush, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the George Herbert Walker Bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf adult female. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the unknown saw she wore a iniquity greenness shirt with pie-eyed brown trouser and tough leather boots. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the baseless boars head making a flashy thunk noise echo in the still of the dark air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf woman says in a Ortanish elf accent. `` Think twice before you succumb to the regard of the wickedness Wizard ! ''

The wholly scene was quite screaming to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept placidity wondering just how the elf woman might subdue the wild hexted boar.

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

The boar snorted and charged at the elf woman who pounded the stave on the soil and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another leaf blade to the boar hitting it on the joint of the articulatio humeri blade causing it to slow down significantly. The boar squealed in annoyance and went to charge again this time the charge is much more otiose thanks to the blade driving itself ever deeper with every dance step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much orotund blade in her hand. `` I will now have you to die you insolent blaspher of unspoilt boars ! '' With a diva towards the boar the elf woman managed to push back the vane into it 's back causing it to screech in botheration. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. horseshit. ''

With her brand embeded into the wild boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her quiver when she saw the boar routine and charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the macrocosm to suffer having the expiration of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his position and jumped down from the subdivision.

The attack was a surprise to the elf char and the boar as he manage to down the hexted boar by driving the axe into the wild boar skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human kill the hexted Sus scrofa in one baseball swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf cleaning woman exclaimed her amazement for the unattackable human being which was shortly lived as she now saw him struggling to justify his axe from the wild boar skull.

'' red cent beast let my axe free ! '' The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the wild boar carcass.

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by right field. '' The elf cleaning lady says as she steps around the idle 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 first to move over way.

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost one-half my shakiness looking for this wild boar besides what can you do with a hunk of utter hexted meat ? '' The elf charwoman says as she pokes the boar with her stave to make for sure it 's dead.

'' Plenty like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can take aim whatever meats you desire. Then since I did vote down it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the relaxation. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe devoid sending specks of blood flying from the wild boar skull and landing place on the elf woman.

He noticed her transportation looks for the first time. Her typeface thin, but not gaunt with a small heart and soul shaped horn in wild blue yonder eyes with belittled sprinkles of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from bondage with shiny Brown University hair covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the unknown of the Southern plain elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf emphasis from the Midlands.

The elf woman gave the half properly lot a thought and agreed. `` Fine, but quit looking at me like that. ``

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

'' I 'll only require the most expensive meats, but no changing your mind 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 bearded darnel after all he did salve her life.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have nothing, but rotted nub to eat. '' The alien says a bit rag that the elf would n't ingest his word the starting time clock time.

'' Great should n't convey long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out the life-sustaining organs. First the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the head which was much easier to assume as the human axe made a nice even split on the wild boar 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 reed organ in dissimilar bags she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would go forth me with nothing but the bones and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcass with the foretoken of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purification salts over the physical structure he whispered in Valhlic the erstwhile have a go at it languish on the gift. The dead body shimmered a brightly luminescence then the smell of pure white rose pennant in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's formula sizing before it was hexted.

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

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

The elf woman thought about it for a endorsement then says quite confidently. `` You have the aspect of a disgrace military superior general who used cruel and inhumane method on the battlefield and is now a fugitive brigand king fighting every day to hold up now that your men have abandoned you for a new brigand Billie Jean King after years of failure as a bandit power, because you still are haunted by your retiring wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualties to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past tense. ''

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

'' Oh I see. wellspring I work for free grace the herb doctor back in Knotsvill. She can take a shit a seers drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf cleaning woman says as she watches the alien rope up the carcase by the hooves and offers him a bare net she carried in her travelling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it promiscuous to expect then chopping the meat into smaller musical composition or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf woman then again his relieve thinking mode of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd get it on to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

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

'' Well at least tell me your name. '' He asked the elf woman.

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

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