***writers note : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some matter have been changed from the master copy so even early lover and new subscriber can love it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the principal site refused to publish my narration for some reason it been a whole workweek since I first hit the publish clit I 'm hoping the assembly can send some feed back. That being said the floor is hanker and I understand if you ca n't scan that long of a history so I recommend you get a warm drinking relax in your most well-fixed position and be tranposted to a world of phantasy. Please bask the read. ***



Chapter One
The number one steps.

On a lone road leading into the busybodied trade village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his strong-armer up around his school principal to block up the cold snap that blew up to his leftfield. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant fields where most of the crops have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elderberry bush sis and father harvest and clean the craw hebdomad before the initiative frost came to mind as he passed the field. That should be around this fourth dimension as being on the compass north Island the low gear hoodwink fall regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arriver of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern character of the north Island under the rule of Martin Luther King Bach and his well funded knight of the 5th dragon Patrick Victor Martindale White Godling. They are the master military group that King Bach uses to adjudge his iron clutches around the northward Island that has been used to polite wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the North Island for swop that is the spinal column bone of the saving of the North Island. The civil warfare have been long over and the magnetic north Island has prospered under the direction of Billie Jean Moffitt King Bach even if his rule as King of the North Island has been struck with international influence.

Walking down towards the vast wooden gate the alien can see the hill on the other side of the village that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. computer storage of late summer picnics with his Father-God, mother, and sister after a hard solar day work come to mind as he steps through the gate. eventide topped off with a sweet glaze fruit as defrayment for working so firmly with father out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. Most autumn 24-hour interval would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a perfumed as a advantage a highlight of the day sometimes when the crop did n't grow as full as last year his sister would give him half of her sweet to end his thirstiness pains.

Once in the Village he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his childhood. The once humble but moneyed village was often left undefendable, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the safety lays in it snoozing it 's a vast improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of woodwind instrument, but now are made of whole brick and stones nothing like how most of the buildings used to be back in his youthful year. These new building made Knotsvill much more cramp as the buildings left very little space in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's ignitor on and seemed to have virtually of the masses that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to wedge out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and bewitch up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a body of water tegument filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing enough clothing with shaggy-haired T. H. White eyebrows and a refined short beard finished his draught of the water system hide and exhaled once he saw the unknown laissez passer in front 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 as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The stranger stopped walking and turned to face the drunk. The inebriate smelled just as bad as his dank weewee skin filled with ale and a suggestion of dry urine. `` What in the nine trials do you desire old timekeeper. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his comfortably to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your spit young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this village. '' The old man spoke as the rest period of the inebriate laughed at his exaggerated sense of grandeur. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

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

'' Of grade I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more than sentience of limpidity almost as if he sobered up for a split endorsement. `` Your mother owned what is now my workshop your father Edwin Herbert Land was the rich soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the expiry and violent death. ''

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

'' Must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a glowering mannered child ! '' The old drunk says furling his eyebrow and taking another gulp of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an surplus swig.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of physiognomy of ale and beers. Some men played a dice biz called mayhem succeeding to a bard who tried to blab out of a floor of the Crimson bar while playing his train instrument over the cries of bar maidens fighting off the occasional advance of bibulous men. The stranger saw a alone seat near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the dust from his travels out of his pharynx. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non homo 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 humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the Saami pub drunkenness with them. Very progressive thinking the alien thought to himself as most human in the due north Island are in fact racist towards non humans 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 postulate your beer and find oneself somewhere else to salute son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald-headed mind shiny from exertion with a prospicient care bar moustache above his lips he is in good embodiment for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss out broke sot who ca n't pay their chit out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and bank me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to originate fighting and realise hassle. Its not worth the seat confidence me there is always more behind in the back with the non humans. '' The mixologist says to the stranger as he puts a glass of beer in presence of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can take forethought of myself besides I 'm not making any programme to quell long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved bridge player and drinks all of it in one big gulping washing down the dust from his yearn manner of walking to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor Greenwich Village even further north near the slide.

'' The names Gordon where you from unusual ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't consume the face of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in nominal head of him. He wore a fine river rat coat and what seemed to be a sinister blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a long walk of life earlier in the day when the wind was much solid.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a shopkeeper. Just a traveler looking for mortal. '' The stranger said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up fount. The scratch that stuck out the most was a impertinent one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the unknown face is covered in small mark some old and faded while some still have a fragile redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any make out criminals or spider with bountifulness on their headspring. `` Just do me a favor take the fighting outside I 'd rather not cleanse up any Sir Thomas More blood then I already have to. ''

The stranger was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone dumb. `` Who 's that sitting on my prat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A expand voice said from the pub entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my tooshie. ''

The stranger 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 widely he has to infix the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has range of mountains chain mail covering half his body from his head draped down to half way down his chest with tough looking skin pants adorned with some boar skull on the front end as some form of smash buckle. The behemoth had a wabber diddlyshit club tied around his consistency with a rope. Wabber jack clubs are wooden order drilled hollow filled with an iron kernel to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is North Island, but your no lord. '' The stranger tells the titan in movement of him. No Sooner had the words left his back talk then the all pub seemed to claim a tone back giving the goliath space to take the air. The alien took no mind as the behemoth took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'hellion do ya'be babbling about ? '' The giant asked as he stopped walking and tried to examine the stranger.

'' Only a Lord or someone of Lordly title can have got reserves on anything even wobbly stools in bull covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the concluding of his beer and turned around to edict another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The giant blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in specific in the bunch of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to jostle off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a indorsement to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking shaft felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his look got flush with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with rest he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub room access past all of rummy men loitering in straw man of the pub crashing into a wooden pushcart.

The drunk men looked at the mussiness in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The alien stirs in the wreckage of broken wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the giant roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the grouping of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a hood bastard aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to sleep together my figure before I pummeled them into a library paste of meat that I wipe off my golf-club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the 100 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 rooster felter then how he was flung like a child 's bird. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got egg on ya'I 'd give ya'that. soul remember to put that on his tombstone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you shout me ? '' The stranger said his articulation filled with more anger the endorsement metre he had to echo himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The dwarf woman who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crowd. `` tool felter ! He called you a dick felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked frighten off and kept quite hoping to not start any trouble. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each early 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 make it past this cable while awake and on your metrical foot. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few pes in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete harum-scarum. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can outflank me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to beat some sentience back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a state of nature beast.

The alien stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coating to the face and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nose with lethal precision. The shock caught Bunkosh by complete surprisal he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his face slamming down on the line the stranger drew in the grime he is completely unconscious mind while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The bunch around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past hebdomad. Even the horse that guard the city manager have been hesitating to act on him and his band of bandit 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 village this will see red his supporter and might make the bandit to assail the small town even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to hand this man a astray nativity to take the air. The human being villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their best to not exhibit it. The stranger did n't rag to expect at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his swallow. Soon as he came to the tail Gordon strolled over a smile on his human face. `` Glad you took concern of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some fourth dimension. ''

'' He should 've roll in the hay better then to trouble a man in eye of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in front of him.

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

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

'' Aye under Good King Flanjur. tierce born son of the belated king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fair sensory faculty of prescript. The city manager served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once proficient King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother business leader Johann Sebastian Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a hapless death too I was there till the hold out of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe relief valve in exchange for his life. I still honor his principle in this pub where non humanity and humanity can interact without danger as there are no Inquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of good King Flanjur the kind king of the inner wars.

The inner warfare were a series of long drawn out wars for exponent between King Bach bit born his elder brother Duntur rightful successor to the throne and vernal brother Flanjur who rejected the radical ideas of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the giving no issue the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his free-lance regular army along with his horse funded by the Inquiry who gained a unaired rear end to the king as a payoff for their loyalty.

'' A good Billie Jean Moffitt King he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the north Island although not to fathom insensitive, but have you a way for sales agreement as my substructure grow tried of the route. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his weapon system to overstate his need for a room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our hunter, but I 'm sure you do n't like 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 medical pusher. She be out on the Richard Morris Hunt for the by two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humans.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical shover gather fixings to pop the boiling point and other plebeian problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the unknown 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 caput around a female hunter.

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

'' On the house my good friend. redeem your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` in effect luck on your Richard Morris Hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to immobilise the insensate air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious mind torso and capitulum back out to the woodland where he set up a modest camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the Nox sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single atomic number 26 ball scene embedded into the torso.

The unknown placed his hand over the smoothing iron testicle feeling the texture change from the smooth metallic feel of the iron ballock to the rough feel of the tree barque. The storage of his finis night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a of late summer night much like any other with him and his sis helping their father load up the pushcart to be taken to market the succeeding sunrise. The last sack full of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the star sign to get the sugariness they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the well and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the logic gate that leads from the village to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbour saltation of his Equus caballus and lecture to their 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 gymnastic horse and rode back to the township in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` kidskin in the house go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the earth. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in piece with large cleaver. `` In the menage now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his baby passed a helping hand side arm to her father and loaded another pistol. His founding father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got set up to fight the brigand. With a quick aimed nip he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making certainly to wipe out the brigand. When a side arm shaft smashed right into his don skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of clam dig from the scatter gun.

His baby and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their storey as their mother dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the Natalie Wood. They stayed in the tree diagram lines barely able-bodied to crap out the rock'n'roll and tree diagram base that jut out of the reason as they walked around the village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fire was now raging in the middle of the village. Their female parent encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any tending to the horrors going on around them.

The sound of death, violation, and cosmopolitan mayhem surrounded the folk well past the village as survivor tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on hogback. Now mysterious in the woods near the main craft route to the west the family layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sounds of brigand passenger charging up and down the route scared him and his babe who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the good settlement was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the young children wo n't be capable to make the retentive walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here small fry stay close to each other. mommy going to get assist 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 cavum under a large tree marking it with a mark of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear band so the mother Goddess can keep an eye on over her child as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to drive the bandits off.

The 60 minutes ticked away and the feeling like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his baby. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard mortal walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in fount of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and smelly bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept picket over his comrade.

'' seem what we have here. Must 've missed all the action hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older baby by her tomentum like a prize lapin fresh from a Leigh Hunt. `` What 's your name Brigham Young one ? ''

'' She does n't calculate that young to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a lubricious feeling on his human face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his middle also wondered over his elder sister 's taut young body.

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

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. might be worth something to a slave dealer do n't you call up ? '' 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 father pistol loose from her belt and shot the bandit holding her by her fuzz directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprise as his school principal wiped back from the branding iron ball impingement.

'' You little shit ! '' The bandit on horseback 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 handgun with atomic number 26 lump. `` Do n't delay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his sawbuck and went for another swinging and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the handgun. He laughed as her small body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted shoetree log.

The younger brother now was left completely alone with this brute of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a large midst 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 skin now or I might let to hurt you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The younger brother managed to break up up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the clump of his feet using all his forte to swing the heavy limb into the horses chest. This caused the Equus caballus to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The young blood brother picked up his branch and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the brigand skull. Then he picked it up and go along hitting the bandits head until he heard the skull crack and the brigand stopped breathing.

The immature brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their begetter laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start out walking in the same general direction he thought his mother went in the Bob Hope to run into her.

The alien day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head and waited for the auditory sensation again. This clip he heard it garish and solve it was a wild boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low suspension branch and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three human foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk sharp as any blade with purple eyes a clear sign that the Sus scrofa was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the wild boar has decided to expect for him to come down. The alien decided that he rather not have to look at with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his manus tucked behind his head he started to return asleep.

The nap was short lived as the unknown felt something amiss with the Sus scrofa quietly facing away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree bark. Then three quick fanfare of silver came out of the shrub on the diametric side of the tree diagram followed by the boar squealing loudly in hurting. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashing of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the wild boar side just in time to see two throwing blades be flung at the Sus scrofa but neglect hitting the tree automobile trunk instead. The wild boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden stave poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the George Herbert Walker Bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark green shirt with pissed brown trouser and yobo leather iron heel. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the risky boars head making a meretricious thunk noise echo in the windlessness of the dark air.

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

The whole scene was quite hilarious to the unknown as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept muted wondering just how the elf woman might subdue the wild hexted boar.

The elf char began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing rightfield at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Supreme Being in the nine test. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to beat the uncivilized 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 woman who pounded the staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the wild boar hitting it on the junction of the shoulder blade causing it to decelerate down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to rouse again this clip the charge is much more slothful thanks to the blade driving itself ever mystifying with every whole step it takes.

The elf womanhood stood on top of the her staff with a much tumid blade in her helping hand. `` I will now have you to die you impudent blaspher of right boars ! '' With a plunge towards the wild boar the elf womanhood managed to ride the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain in the ass. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. dogshit. ''

With her steel embeded into the boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to extend to for a arrow in her chill when she saw the boar spell and charge at her. The unknown has seen enough not wanting the reality to suffer having the loss of such a shady elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his side and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf woman and the wild boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boar skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human belt down the hexted boar in one golf stroke.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her astonishment for the solid homo which was shortstop lived as she now saw him struggling to unloosen his axe from the Sus scrofa skull.

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

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by rightfield. '' The elf char says as she steps around the suddenly boar and picks up her faculty.

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

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost half my trembling looking for this Sus scrofa besides what can you do with a lump of all in hexted meat ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the wild boar with her stave to make sure it 's idle.

'' Plenty like eat it 's pith, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can take whatever sum you desire. Then since I did defeat it saving your liveliness mind you I 'll sustain the eternal sleep. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending particle of blood flying from the boar skull and landing place on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the foremost time. Her nerve thin, but not gaunt with a small philia shaped nose spicy eyes with small jimmies of orange tree in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from thrall with bright brown hair's-breadth covering her pinna. 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 fair sex gave the half decent business deal a view and agreed. `` amercement, but hold back looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The stranger said looking away from the elf cleaning lady beautiful typeface not before catching her smiling.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive heart and soul, but no changing your head 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 cheat after all he did save her life.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll let nothing, but rotted meat to eat. '' The stranger says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't take his word the first clock time.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the Sus scrofa carcase subject and pull up out the vital electric organ. first gear the ticker then the testicles along with the liver and finally the mental capacity which was much easier to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the drained carcass get lowly and humble as the elf fair sex took the electric organ she wanted.

'' Yeah, it 's all yours. '' The elf woman said placing all of the electronic organ in unlike bagful she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with cypher but the finger cymbals and fat. '' The unknown says as he bends down to the deadened boar and crosses the carcass with the house of Galvalis the mother of lightly then pouring purgation saltiness over the organic structure he whispered in Valhlic the previous known languish on the gift. The soundbox shimmered a burnished glow then the smell of pure white roses wafts in the air as the boar carcase shrinks down back to it 's pattern size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't seem like a monastic of the East or a holy place priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf woman asked as she stared at the goddamned carcass.

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

The elf woman thought about it for a bit then says quite confidently. `` You have the tone of a dishonored military machine general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the battlefield and is now a momentaneous bandit king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new brigand baron after years of failure as a bandit Riley B King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting null, but the outflank for your men with the least amount of money of civilian casualties to somehow establish up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could make up quite a tale just from knowing him all of five arcminute most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted boar carcase. `` No. I 'm no brigand king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

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

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will gain it easier to carry then chopping the meat into smaller small-arm or carrying the lump of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't advert the hunter was an elf woman then again his free intellection way of non human being could explain why he left such a big point out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a drug abuse of following woman with random hexted Sus scrofa organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in complete distressfulness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at to the lowest degree order 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 friendly smile to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My name is Buck. Pearl Sydenstricker Buck Talvers. ''