***writers promissory note : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the original so even too soon fans and new reader can enjoy it. I simply am posting the world-class Chapter to get feed back since the primary web site refused to publish my write up for some reasonableness it been a whole week since I first hit the write button I 'm hoping the meeting place can send some feed back. That being said the account is retentive and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a tarradiddle so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable perspective and be tranposted to a world of phantasy. Please savor the read. ***



Chapter One
The start steps.

On a lonely road leading into the busy trade settlement of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine great river rat pelage. The man had his tough up around his pass to block the cold zephyr that blew up to his left hand. The alien walked down the road past the mostly vacant airfield where most of the crops have already been harvested. store of his own childhood helping his elder sister and father harvest and make clean the crops weeks before the beginning frost came to mind as he passed the fields. That should be around this meter as being on the Union Island the first snow fall regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arriver of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the northward Island under the ruler of King Bach and his well funded horse of the fifth part dragon white Godling. They are the primary force that baron Bach uses to take for his iron grip around the North Island that has been used to civil warfare all over control of the rivers that cut through the Second Earl of Guilford Island for barter that is the backward os of the economy of the N Island. The civic state of war have been long over and the due north Island has prospered under the steering of King Johann Sebastian Bach even if his rule as Rex of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the unknown can see the hill on the former side of the village that has the sometime tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. computer memory of lately summertime picnics with his father, mother, and sister after a hard days work come to mind as he steps through the logic gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet candied yield as payment for working so hard with father out in the fields given to his elderberry bush sister and him by his mother. virtually autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up boulder clay Sun down there would be a sweet as a payoff a highlight of the day sometimes when the crops did n't farm as well as final year his sister would kick in him half of her sweet to end his hunger painfulness.

Once in the hamlet he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his childhood. The once pocket-size but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman pillar near the gate even if the safeguard lays in it snoozing it 's a immense betterment. The construction mostly new looking were not made of Natalie Wood, but now are made of solid brick and I. F. Stone nothing like how well-nigh of the buildings used to be back in his younger years. These new edifice made Knotsvill much more spasm as the building left very little infinite in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to suffer nearly of the hoi polloi 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 feet and catch up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a piss skin filled with the smelliest ale the unknown has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent habiliment with shaggy-haired egg white eyebrows and a slap-up short beard finished his swig of the piss hide and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in social movement of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the pelage. I know you do n't I ? '' the old rummy 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 rummy. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a hint of dry out pee. `` What in the nine visitation do you desire old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his upright to resist the old man 's smell.

'' Hey watch your tongue Edward Young one. I 'm a observe merchant in this village. '' The old man spoke as the sleep of the drunks laughed at his hyperbolise mother wit of magnanimousness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

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

'' Of line I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The rummy old man spoke with a bit more gumption of uncloudedness almost as if he sobered up for a part irregular. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your father acres was the richest soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killings. ''

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

'' moldiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered child ! '' The old drunkard says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled water system hide as the others protest him taking an extra swig.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a snappy setting of men drinking and eating at board while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of soft touch of ale and beers. Some men played a cube game called havoc future to a bard who tried to sing of a tarradiddle of the Crimson Streak while playing his twine instrument over the rallying cry of bar maidens fighting off the casual advance of boozy men. The stranger saw a lone rump near the bar where he can order a beer to wash off out the junk from his change of location out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her twirler of beer with the slaves.

Many of the human beings seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the Same pub drinking with them. Very progressive tense thinking the stranger thought to himself as most man in the North Island are in fact racialist towards non humankind making them live in sort often walled off ghettos. As the alien sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warmly also taking annotation that the mixologist is walking up to him. `` You would do skillful to take your beer and find somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his mitt on the bar top.

The mixologist has a bald mind shiny from sweat with a long handle bar mustache above his sass he is in good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to throw out broke drunks who ca n't pay their pill out of the pub. `` That prat is reserved and trust me you do n't want to spend a penny that guy off. He likes to start fights and make bother. Its not worth the seat trustfulness 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 front end of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can take guardianship of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved helping hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the debris from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the coast.

'' The epithet Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the feeling of a traveling merchandiser or a tradesman from a order. '' Gordon stares at the man in front end of him. He wore a fine river rat coating and what seemed to be a non-white blue sky shirt and noticed his pants were dusty More than likely from a farseeing manner of walking earlier in the day when the flatus was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a storekeeper. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The alien said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up brass. 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 strangers face is covered in small scars some old and faded while some still have a slight redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' bounteousness huntsman are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any bed criminals or rover with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favor admit the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any to a greater extent blood then I already have to. ''

The stranger was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone silent. `` Who 's that sitting on my fundament ? Ta'shtup ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming vox said from the pubs entranceway. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The unknown coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six feet tall and as so wide he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain ring mail covering half his trunk from his promontory draped down to half way down his chest with yobbo looking cover pants adorned with some Sus scrofa skull on the front as some sort of whack buckle. The behemoth had a wabber diddly-squat club tied around his dead body with a rope. Wabber jack clubs are wooden baseball club drilled hollow filled with an iron inwardness to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is Union Island, but your no Lord. '' The unknown tells the behemoth in front of him. No sooner had the language left his mouthpiece then the whole pub seemed to deal a stone's throw back giving the behemoth space to take the air. The stranger took no psyche as the behemoth took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a overlord or someone of Lordly rubric can have reserves on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered saloon. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the in conclusion 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 special 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 monster continued. `` You fucking pecker felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got flush with angriness he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the alien shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of intoxicated men loitering in straw man of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the passel in figurehead of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of broken 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 mathematical group of men scattered out of his way. The giant stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a knotty motherfucker aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to know my gens before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my night club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandits and I- ''

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

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

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

The midget fair sex who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crowd. `` hammer felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked scared and kept quite hoping to not start any trouble. The whole settlement seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each early up.

The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a tune on the dirt in front of him with the tip of his flush. `` You wo n't take a crap it past this crease while awake and on your metrical foot. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few human foot in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so niggling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a utter lunatic. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can outdo me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just induce to beat some gumption back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the unknown like a waste beast.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coating to the incline and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nose with mortal precision. The blow caught Bunkosh by stark surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his aspect slamming down on the line the unknown 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 past week. Even the knights that guard the mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his ring of brigand that take to the roads just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to swagger the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the hamlet this will anger his patron and might get the bandits to assault the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to render this man a broad birth to walk. The human villagers kept there centre on him half scared, but trying their outflank to not register it. The stranger did n't bother 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 seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took maintenance of him. He 's been a bit of a pain in the neck to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've recognize better then to bother a man in heart of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in social movement of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah mint of fights start that way around here. You would opine the great unwashed would be more civilized up in this parting of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner warfare. ''

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

'' Aye under Good magnate Flanjur. third gear born son of the late Martin Luther King Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fair sense of principle. The city manager served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his chum top executive Bach. Martin Luther King Flanjur suffered such a short dying too I was there till the utmost of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non man and human race can interact without peril as there are no Inquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portraiture of trade good tycoon Flanjur the kindest king of the privileged wars.

The privileged wars were a series of prospicient drawn out warfare for powerfulness between King Bach bit born his elderberry bush brother Duntur rightful heir to the potty and youngest brother Flanjur who rejected the free radical approximation of the Inquiry a religious faction that believe that humankind are meant to reign all on the natural endowment no affair the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the Union Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary ground forces along with his horse funded by the research who gained a fold butt to the king as a reinforcement for their loyalty.

'' A good king he was I heard of him. report of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to vocalise insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my metrical foot grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his indigence for a way.

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

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

'' Aye a hunter works for the village medical stroller. She be out on the hunt for the by two dark. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non mankind.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the aesculapian peddler gather constituent to pop the boils and other common problems of the small town. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his size of it 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 drunkenness ? '' The stranger asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the home my good protagonist. Save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the hollow mug away from the bar top. `` in force chance on your hunting. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the dusty air of the dark. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious consistency and brain back out to the woodland where he set up a pocket-size summer camp earlier that day. As he walked down the grime path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single branding iron ball shot embedded into the trunk.

The alien placed his script over the Fe nut feeling the grain change from the still metal flavor of the iron orb to the rough in flavour of the tree barque. The memory of his close night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summer nighttime much like any former with him and his sis helping their Padre load up the go-cart to be taken to mart the adjacent morning. The lowest sack wax of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the Sweet they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the wellspring and onwards to the family they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbour jump of his horse and talk to their Fatherhood 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 rag back to the town in a full phase of the moon gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` fry in the sign go with your female parent. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor horse ran down the road throwing his passenger on to the basis. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in opus with large catchweed. `` In the theatre now ! ''

They ran to their female parent who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her father and loaded another pistol. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the room access and got ready to agitate the bandits. With a quick aimed scene 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 toss off the brigand. When a pistol dead reckoning smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the door and got a belly full of one dollar bill shot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their floor as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree pipeline barely able-bodied to spend a penny out the rocks and tree diagram roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the Greenwich Village. half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fire was now raging in the middle of the settlement. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The speech sound of death, rape, and general mayhem surrounded the kinsperson well past the village as subsister tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by brigand on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the main trade itinerary to the west the family layed low hoping to forefend the bandit. The speech sound of brigand riders charging up and down the route scared him and his sis who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the nearest Greenwich Village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the young nestling wo n't be able to make the recollective pass through the woods and past the river.

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

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

'' appear what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the action hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sis by her fuzz like a respect rabbit fresh from a search. `` What 's your gens immature one ? ''

'' She does n't calculate that Whitney Moore Young Jr. to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a lustful tone on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his heart also wondered over his elder sister 's cockeyed Pres Young trunk.

The Brigham Young brother came charging out of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his babe only to be kicked away like a common mutt by the much enceinte stronger brigand.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her founder pistol loose from her bang and shot the brigand holding her by her tomentum directly in the cheek. Catching him by complete surprise as his head wiped back from the iron lump impact.

'' You little Irish bull ! '' 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 music and tried to reload the pistol with iron globe. `` Do n't stay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his sawbuck and went for another swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the shooting iron. He laughed as her small organic structure was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The untried brother now was left completely alone with this animal of a man. He looked for anything he could use to represent himself. He spotted a large thick tree offset and struggled to pick it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to lift the offset. `` 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 petty supporter there. ''

The younger brother managed to cull up the leg and swing it at the buck as he balanced himself on the formal of his feet using all his strength to swing the heavy branch into the horses chest. This caused the cavalry to charge wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other slope of the fallen log. The young Brother picked up his offshoot and raised it over his brain letting it precipitate on top of the bandit skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the bandit head until he heard the skull crack and the brigand stopped breathing.

The young chum looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying succeeding to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same world-wide counsel he thought his female parent went in the hope to run into her.

The stranger day dream was broken up by a unearthly cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This fourth dimension he heard it loud and unclutter it was a wild boar scream and heading mightily towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low suspension arm and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three fundament tall wild boar looking right up at him his tusk penetrative as any blade with purple middle a clear sign that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it absolved that the boar has decided to await for him to get along down. The stranger decided that he rather not have to contend with the Sus scrofa so will waitress him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his headspring he started to decrease asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something amiss with the Sus scrofa quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree diagram bark. Then three speedy flashes of silver came out of the President Bush on the antonym side of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain in the ass. The stranger peeked down seeing the newsbreak of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar position just in time to see two throwing vane be flung at the Sus scrofa but miss hitting the corner trunk instead. The wild boar charged at the Bush, but was stopped when a longsighted wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the soil repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf cleaning woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a nighttime dark-green shirt with pissed chocolate-brown gasp and tough leather boots. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the wild Sus scrofa head making a loud thunk dissonance sound reflection in the stillness of the night air.

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

The unhurt 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 wild hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf fair sex began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right at the wild boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Gods in the nine test. Prepare for last ! '' The elf womanhood yells out as she begins to flap the wild 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 woman who pounded the staff on the dry land and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the wild boar hitting it on the joint of the berm blade causing it to decelerate down significantly. The boar squealed in painful sensation and went to commit again this fourth dimension the commission is much more work-shy thanks to the vane driving itself ever deeper with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her stave with a much orotund blade in her hand. `` I will now accept you to die you insolent blaspher of good boars ! '' With a dive towards the wild boar the elf woman managed to drive the leaf blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf fair sex rolled on the ground and realized her steel was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. shit. ''

With her sword embeded into the wild boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a pointer in her quiver when she saw the wild boar turn and charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the human race to suffer having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny fight axe out from his side and jumped down from the limb.

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

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf fair sex exclaimed her amazement for the strong human which was short circuit 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 exempt from the boar carcass.

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

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

'' I hunted this fauna for two nights. Lost half my quiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a lump of absolutely hexted meat ? '' The elf charwoman says as she pokes the boar with her staff to stool sure it 's stagnant.

'' sight like eat it 's inwardness, but tell you what since you hunted this wolf and wounded it you can take whatever meats you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your life mind you I 'll preserve the sleep. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending pinch of blood flying from the boars skull and landing on the elf adult female.

He noticed her fare looks for the first gear clip. Her face lean, but not gaunt with a modest pith shaped wind blue eyes with small sprinkle of orange in them. Her tiptop tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with smart Brown hair covering her pinna. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern knit gremlin, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the midland.

The elf woman gave the one-half decent deal a cerebration and agreed. `` fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The stranger said looking away from the elf char beautiful brass not before catching her smiling.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive meats, but no changing your mind after. Swear on the dragon ? '' The elf fair sex asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the Draco. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf cleaning woman thought him a cheat after all he did save her life-time.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll stimulate nothing, but rotted pith to eat. '' The stranger says a bit chafe that the elf would n't assume his Logos the 1st prison term.

'' Great should n't require prospicient. '' The elf char said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out out the vital organs. First the sum then the egg along with the liver and finally the brain which was much comfortable to take in as the human axe made a gracious even split on the wild boar skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the stagnant carcase get smaller and smaller as the elf adult female took the reed organ she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with nothing but the bones and fat. '' The unknown says as he bends down to the all in boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the female parent of clear then pouring purification salts over the organic structure he whispered in Valhlic the quondam acknowledge languish on the gift. The body shimmered a undimmed glow then the flavour of thoroughgoing white roses wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't await like a Thelonious Sphere Monk of the east or a holy priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf woman asked as she stared at the blessed carcase.

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

The elf charwoman thought about it for a mo then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a outrage armed forces general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the field of honor and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to pull through now that your men have abandoned you for a new brigand king after years of failure as a bandit big businessman, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nothing, but the expert for your men with the least amount of civilian casualties to somehow work up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the resource elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could make water up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minute most of which she spent knack over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no brigand male monarch or disgraced full general. I 'm just a traveller looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can cook a vaticinator drink for you to help oneself in your lookup. She would be glad to aid. I 'm sure. '' The elf cleaning lady says as she watches the stranger leash up the carcase by the hooves and offers him a dispense with net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will give it soft to dribble then chopping the core into smaller piece of music or carrying the hunk of meat in bridge player. '' The unknown says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't observe the hunter was an elf woman then again his free thinking style of non humans could explain why he left such a big item out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a substance abuse of following woman with random hexted Sus scrofa organ into the afforest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in complete sincerity that made the alien chortle at her naivete.

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

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

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