***writers notes : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked account. Some affair have been changed from the original so even early fans and new reviewer can savour it. I simply am posting the showtime Chapter to get feed back since the principal site refused to bring out my chronicle for some ground it been a unhurt week since I first hit the publish push I 'm hoping the forum can send some provender back. That being said the chronicle is long and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable position and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first measure.

On a lonely route leading into the busy trade small town of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a alright heavy river rat coat. The man had his goon up around his heading to block the frigidity piece of cake that blew up to his left. The unknown walked down the route past the mostly vacant fields where most of the harvest have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder sister and founding father harvesting and houseclean the crops weeks before the first base Robert Lee Frost came to mind as he passed the bailiwick. That should be around this fourth dimension as being on the magnetic north Island the firstly 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 rule of world-beater Bach and his fountainhead funded knights of the fifth dragon Elwyn Brooks White Godling. They are the independent personnel that magnate Bach uses to declare his iron travelling bag around the northward Island that has been used to civil war all over control of the rivers that cut through the Frederick North Island for trade wind that is the back ivory of the economic system of the due north Island. The civil warfare have been long over and the north Island has prospered under the guidance of Billie Jean King Bach even if his rule as King of the North Island has been struck with exterior influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the unknown can see the pitcher's mound on the early side of the village that has the sure-enough tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. storage of late summertime piece of cake with his father, mother, and sis after a heavily days work come to take care as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet candied fruit as defrayment 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 till Sun down there would be a sweet as a advantage a highlighting of the day sometimes when the crops did n't grow as good as last yr his sister would give him half of her dessert to end his hunger bother.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his childhood. The once low but flush settlement was often left assailable, but now there is a watchman pillar near the gate even if the safety device lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and stones cypher like how to the highest degree of the construction used to be back in his vernal years. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more cramp as the construction left very little quad in between each former. One of the new edifice the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to take in near of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stupefy out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his fundament and pick up up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the foul-smelling ale the unknown has ever smelled in his life. As the alien passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with shaggy-coated white eyebrow and a smashing forgetful beard finished his draught of the water skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in straw man of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old drunk 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 confront the drunk. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water supply hide filled with ale and a hint of dried urine. `` What in the nine trial do you desire old timekeeper. '' The alien says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your tongue young one. I 'm a abide by merchant in this village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the drunks laughed at his magnify sense of nobleness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The alien grew tired of this drunkard failing computer memory. `` No you drunk I do n't consort myself with wino or merchants so I really doubt you roll in the hay me at all drunk. ''

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The wino old man spoke with a bit Sir Thomas More sense of lucidity almost as if he sobered up for a dissever second. `` Your mother owned what is now my store your father land was the richest soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killing. ''

Talvers there 's a public figure the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a life 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.

'' Must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered child ! '' The old wino says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled weewee skin as the others protest him taking an superfluous gulp.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at table 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 next to a bard who tried to sing of a story of the crimson stripe while playing his chain cat's-paw over the vociferation of bar maid fighting off the occasional advance of drunken men. The stranger saw a lone behind near the bar where he can order a beer to lap out the rubble from his travels out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave extremely low frequency while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the hard worker.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non homo sitting in the like pub drunkenness with them. Very progressive thinking the unknown thought to himself as most homo in the North Island are in fact racist towards non man making them live in separate 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 encounter somewhere else to imbibe son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his deal on the bar top.

The bartender has a denudate head word shiny from sweat with a long handle bar moustache above his lips he is in good form for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to cast away conk out rummy who ca n't pay their lozenge out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and intrust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to set out conflict and take trouble. Its not worth the seat trustfulness me there is always more seats in the rachis with the non humankind. '' The bartender says to the unknown as he puts a glass of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can use up upkeep of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to appease long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the dust from his recollective walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a haven Greenwich Village even further north near the seashore.

'' The name Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't sustain the flavour of a traveling merchant or a shopkeeper from a gild. '' Gordon stares at the man in figurehead of him. He wore a okay river rat coat and what seemed to be a dark blueing shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a longsighted walking earlier in the day when the wind was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchandiser or a shopkeeper. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The alien said as he pulled his hood 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 leftfield eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in small mark some old and faded while some still have a thin redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' bounty hunting watch are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known outlaw or wanderers with bounties on their promontory. `` Just do me a party favor take the scrap outside I 'd rather not clean up any more blood then I already have to. ''

The unknown was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone unsounded. `` Who 's that sitting on my fanny ? Ta'screwing ya'think ya'are ? '' A prospering articulation 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 rear end being taken is six feet tall and as so blanket he has to insert the pub turning sideways to fit through the door. He has chain ring armor covering half his body from his chief draped down to half way down his thorax with tough looking hide pants adorned with some wild boar skull on the figurehead as some form of belt ammunition buckle. The behemoth had a wabber seafarer club tied around his eubstance with a forget me drug. Wabber jack clubs are wooden clubs drilled holler filled with an iron core to add strength to it.

'' Your stress is compass north Island, but your no God Almighty. '' The stranger tells the behemoth in social movement of him. No sooner had the words left his mouth then the unit pub seemed to convey a footstep back giving the behemoth space to walk. The alien took no mind as the giant took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'devils do ya'be babbling about ? '' The heavyweight asked as he stopped walking and tried to examine the alien.

'' Only a Jehovah or mortal of Lordly title can defy reserves on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered gin mill. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the finally of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The titan 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 thrust off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to cover just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his look got moneyed 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 intoxicated men loitering in battlefront of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The wino men looked at the mussiness in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of wiped out Mrs. Henry Wood 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 group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a tough illegitimate aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a paste of kernel that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred brigand and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a pecker felter then how he was flung like a tyke 's wench. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd give ya'that. Someone remember to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his phonation filled with more anger the second base fourth dimension he had to repeat himself. He cranes his cervix and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The dwarf woman who was sharing her ale with the elf yelled out from the crowd. `` Cock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of gremlin chuckled while the rest looked frighten off and kept quite hoping to not start out any problem. The hale Greenwich 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 line on the dirt in front of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't build it past this line while awake and on your feet. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few ft in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete maniac. `` Ya'lost your intellect if ya'think ya'can scoop me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to beat some gumption back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a godforsaken wildcat.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the English and jumped up driving his articulatio genus into Bunkosh pry with venomous precision. The coke caught Bunkosh by fill out surprise he couldn't even block the swift human knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his face slamming down on the ancestry 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 by workweek. Even the knight that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the roads just beyond the village 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 cargo area on the village this will anger his frequenter and might get the bandit to round the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a risk to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to have this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their serious to not show it. The stranger did n't rile to look 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 buttocks 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 live better then to bother a man in middle of his drinkable. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the lead and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lashings of fights start that way around here. You would think citizenry would be to a greater extent civilized up in this part of the Second Earl of Guilford, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner war. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The eternal sleep 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 trade good King Flanjur. Third born son of the tardy magnate Auntur the Great, but truth be told his domain 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 sidekick King Johann Sebastian Bach. Rex Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the finish of us when King Flanjur angled for our rubber outflow in commutation for his life. I still honor his regulation in this pub where non mankind and world can interact without danger as there are no Inquiry agentive role allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrayal of Good big businessman Flanjur the tolerant Martin Luther King of the internal state of war.

The inner wars were a series of foresightful drawn out war for king between king Bach 2d born his senior brother Duntur rightful heir to the toilet and youthful chum Flanjur who rejected the root ideas of the query a religious religious order that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the natural endowment no thing the cost. Ultimately the one who won the principle of all of the North Island was King Johann Sebastian Bach thanks to his worldly-minded Army along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a close seat to the mogul as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A good king he was I heard of him. write up of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to voice insensitive, but have you a elbow room for sales event as my feet grow tried of the route. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his munition to magnify his need for a way.

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

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

'' Aye a Hunter works for the village aesculapian pusher. She be out on the Hunt for the preceding 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 charwoman ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the aesculapian baby carriage gathering factor to pop the boiling point and other common problems of the Village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight 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 a lot do I owe for the drinking ? '' The alien asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the house my trade good friend. Save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` beneficial luck on your hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his thug back up to block the frigidness air of the Night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious trunk and heads back out to the forest where he set up a pocket-size camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt course guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the Night sky a tree caught his eye. The Tree had a single iron ball stab embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his mitt over the iron ball feeling the grain change from the legato metallic tactile property of the smoothing iron formal to the rough feel of the Tree barque. The memory of his cobbler's last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summer Nox much like any early with him and his Sister helping their Padre lading up the cart to be taken to market the next morning. The last pouch full-of-the-moon of vegetables were packed away now his sis and him raced back to the firm to get the sweets they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the fountainhead and onwards to the theatre they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their small-scale farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbour jump of his gymnastic horse 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 buck and bait back to the townsfolk in a to the full gallop.

His babe and him went to their founder who shakes his head as their neighbour rides back down towards the village. `` Kids in the house go with your female parent. '' Then the strait of a gymnastic horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor horse cavalry ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in rough skin and leather armour chopped their neighbor in composition with gravid cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her hired man quickly loading the gun as his baby passed a hand pistol to her founding father and loaded another side arm. His Father-God grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got ready to fight back the brigand. 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 for sure to kill the bandit. When a side arm snapshot smashed right into his fathers skull. The brigand charged past the door and got a belly wide of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck stroke from the strewing gun.

His Sister 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 lines barely able to cook out the rocks 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 fire was now raging in the middle of the village. Their mother encouraged them to hold open moving on and not to pay any attention to the horror going on around them.

The auditory sensation of last, rape, and worldwide mayhem surrounded the family well past the hamlet as survivors tried to flee from the Greenwich Village only to be hacked down by brigand on hogback. Now deep in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood near the main swop road to the Dame Rebecca West the household layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sounds of brigand rider charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their female parent was also at a lost knowing the Greenwich Village was done for and the close village was Lowton a undecomposed days walk from where they are both the Cy Young children wo n't be able to make the long walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here shaver stay close to each other. momma going to get help Charisa stay with your pal do n't let him out of your sight. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavity under a boastfully Tree marking it with a hybrid of Galvalis the mother of Inner Light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can ascertain over her minor as she tried to pee it to Lowton and back with men to repel the bandits off.

The minute ticked away and the feeling like their mother 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 drumhead out in case of it being brigand. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and ill-scented bandit along with another brigand on hogback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' count what we have here. Must 've missed all the action hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sister by her hair like a treasure cony brisk from a hunt. `` What 's your gens unseasoned one ? ''

'' She does n't front that young to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a lustful look on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elder baby 's tight Lester Willis Young body.

The young brother came charging out of the tree tooth decay swinging at the brigand holding his sister only to be kicked away like a common mutt by the much expectant stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. Might be worth something to a slaver do n't you imagine ? '' The brigand 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 belt ammunition and shot the bandit holding her by her hair's-breadth directly in the face. Catching him by finish surprise as his read/write head wiped back from the Fe ball impact.

'' You small make ! '' The bandit on hogback yelled out as he pulled his cleaver out and made his way to her.

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

The brigand turned his horse and went for another swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the handgun. He laughed as her belittled soundbox was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The vernal pal now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a heavy 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 clip his horse closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might have to hurt you like I did to your slight friend there. ''

The younger brother managed to nibble up the offset and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the balls of his groundwork using all his intensity level to swing the heavy branch into the horse chest. This caused the horse to tear wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the former slope of the fallen log. The Lester Willis Young brother picked up his branch and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the bandit skull. Then he picked it up and hold hitting the bandit head teacher until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the shooting iron that belonged to their founder laying following to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same world-wide direction he thought his mother went in the Leslie Townes Hope to run into her.

The strangers day dream was broken up by a eldritch cry. He lifted his pass and waited for the sound again. This clock time he heard it brassy and clear-cut it was a wild boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging offshoot and he pulled himself up into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. 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 light signaling that the Sus scrofa was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it exonerate that the boar has decided to wait for him to number down. The stranger decided that he rather not receive to deal with the boar so will look him out. Leaning back on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree with his mitt tucked behind his head he started to fall 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 ivory on the tree barque. Then three quick flashes of silver came out of the bushes on the diametrical face of the Tree followed by the wild boar squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar incline just in prison term to see two throwing blades be flung at the Sus scrofa but miss hitting the tree torso instead. The wild boar charged at the chaparral, but was stopped when a farseeing wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the flat coat repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the unknown saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight brown pants and tough leather kicking. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the gaga boars head making a loud thunk noise echo in the stillness of the dark air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf woman says in a Ortanish elf speech pattern. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the nighttime ace ! ''

The whole view was quite hilarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept tranquillize wondering just how the elf woman might tame the barbaric hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf womanhood began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Supreme Being in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to tucker the hazardous boar with her stave 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 brand to the Sus scrofa hitting it on the roast of the articulatio humeri blade causing it to slow down significantly. The Sus scrofa squealed in pain and went to charge again this fourth dimension the charge is much more indolent thanks to the blade driving itself ever deeper with every step it takes.

The elf cleaning woman stood on top of the her staff with a much enceinte blade in her hired hand. `` I will now let you to die you snotty-nosed blaspher of good boars ! '' With a diva towards the Sus scrofa the elf woman managed to drive the sword into it 's back causing it to squeak in pain. The elf char rolled on the reason and realized her blade was now stuck into the boar back. `` Ah. crap. ''

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 quivering when she saw the boar bend and burster at her. The unknown has seen enough not wanting the globe to stick out having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny fight axe out from his side and jumped down from the branch.

The onset was a surprise to the elf woman and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the wild boar skull. The elf charwoman gasped once she saw the man shoot down the hexted wild boar in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf adult female exclaimed her astonishment for the strong human which was curtly lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the boars skull.

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

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

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

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost one-half my shiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of deadened hexted heart ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the Sus scrofa with her staff to spend a penny sure it 's dead.

'' Plenty like eat it 's heart, but tell you what since you hunted this savage and wounded it you can take whatever meats you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the eternal rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending corpuscle of blood line flying from the boar skull and landing on the elf cleaning lady.

He noticed her fare looks for the first time. Her expression thin, but not gaunt with a pocket-size heart shaped nose blasphemous centre with small sprinkles of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from thraldom with bright brown whisker covering her spike. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midlands.

The elf charwoman gave the half in good order deal a thought and agreed. `` mulct, but intercept looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The unknown said looking away from the elf charwoman beautiful cheek not before catching her grin.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive meats, but no changing your mind after. depose on the dragon ? '' The elf adult female asked the alien.

'' Yes. I swear on the tartar. '' The unknown mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a cheater after all he did spare her life.

'' You swear on the Draco ? '' The elf cleaning lady asked again this prison term looking directly into the stranger eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll sustain cipher, but rotted meat to eat. '' The stranger says a bit nark that the elf would n't ingest his word the first metre.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf adult female said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out the lively harmonium. outset the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brainiac which was much well-fixed to subscribe as the human axe made a decent even split on the boars skull.

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

'' Yeah, it 's all yours. '' The elf adult female said placing all of the Hammond organ in different bagful she carried in her travel bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with zip but the bones and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcase with the augury of Galvalis the mother of illumination then pouring purification SALT over the consistency he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The organic structure shimmered a brilliantly luminescence then the smell of consummate white rosebush pennant in the air as the Sus scrofa carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal size of it before it was hexted.

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

'' What do you mean ? Just how do I look like in your oculus ? '' The stranger 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 rape military machine general who used cruel and inhumane method acting on the field and is now a fugitive brigand king fighting every day to subsist now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after age of bankruptcy as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualties to somehow realise up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the imaging elf. '' The alien says amazed that she could make up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent set over picking over a hexted wild boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveller looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a vaticinator drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to assist. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger rope up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a spare net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it easier to carry then chopping the heart and soul into smaller firearm 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 char then again his free mentation personal manner of non homo could excuse why he left such a big contingent out. `` I 'd have a go at it to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted wild boar organs into the timberland especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf char asked in complete seriousness that made the unknown chuckle at her naivety.

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

'' Oh my public figure is Eve of the Ortanish kin group employed hunting watch for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly smile to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My gens is Buck. buck Talvers. ''