***writers notes : this is a revised edition of what is one of my frequently asked taradiddle. Some affair have been changed from the original so even former rooter and new readers can bask it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to publish my storey for some grounds it been a hale week since I first hit the publish push button I 'm hoping the assembly can commit some feed back. That being said the story is long and I understand if you ca n't show that long of a story so I recommend you get a fond drink relax in your most well-off position and be tranposted to a world of illusion. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The world-class whole step.

On a lonely route leading into the busy patronage Greenwich Village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his hood up around his psyche to kibosh the cold piece of cake that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant fields where most of the crop have already been harvested. storage of his own childhood helping his elderberry bush sister and male parent harvest and clean the crops workweek before the foremost frost came to listen as he passed the fields. That should be around this sentence as being on the north Island the showtime snow fall regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern component of the north Island under the regulation of Martin Luther King Jr. Bach and his well funded horse of the fifth dragon flannel Godling. They are the main personnel that King Bach uses to hold his Fe hold around the North Island that has been used to civil wars all over mastery of the rivers that cut through the North Island for deal that is the back bone of the economy of the Frederick North Island. The polite war have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the counseling of top executive Bach even if his rule as magnate of the North Island has been struck with extraneous influence.

Walking down towards the Brobdingnagian wooden gate the stranger can see the hill on the former side of the village that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the logic gate entry. memory of of late summer picnics with his Fatherhood, female parent, and sister after a knockout mean solar day work come to take care as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a confection candied fruit as payment for working so surd with father out in the plain given to his elder sister and him by his mother. Most autumn twenty-four hour period would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a reward a high spot of the day sometimes when the crops did n't farm as serious as last year his sis would consecrate him one-half of her Sweet to end his hunger painful sensation.

Once in the settlement he looked around it 's much more dissimilar then what he remembers from his childhood. The once modest but wealthy hamlet was often left assailable, but now there is a watchman tower near the logic gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a Brobdingnagian melioration. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of Natalie Wood, but now are made of whole brick and stones nada like how most of the buildings used to be back in his unseasoned years. These new construction made Knotsvill much more cramp as the edifice left very little space in between each other. One of the new building the alien noticed is a vauntingly pub that has it 's lighter on and seemed to have virtually of the the great unwashed that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick to out as much the unknown headed towards the pub hoping to rest his infantry and catch up on a previous dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the stinking ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with shaggy whiten eyebrows and a neat short beard finished his gulp of the water skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger strait 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 unknown stopped walking and turned to face the drunk. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a breath of dry peeing. `` What in the nine trials do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to hold the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your tongue Whitney Moore Young Jr. one. I 'm a respected merchant in this hamlet. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the drunks laughed at his exaggerated sense of splendor. `` Hey. I know you do n't I vernal one ? ''

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

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunkard old man spoke with a bit more sensation of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a split up second. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop class your father state was the plentiful soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the Death and killings. ''

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

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

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maiden move through out the pub with trays full of patsy of ale and beers. Some men played a dice biz called Havoc next to a bard who tried to tattle of a tale of the Crimson stripe while playing his drawstring instrument over the watchword of bar maidens fighting off the occasional advancement of boozy men. The stranger saw a lone fundament near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the dust from his traveling out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non human race 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 world seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub crapulence with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as about homo in the North Island are in fact racist towards non human being making them live in tell often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar ordure he noticed it was wobbly and lovesome also taking billet that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do Charles Herbert Best to take your beer and come up somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar stamp says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald head shiny from elbow grease with a long handle bar mustache above his lips he is in expert shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to cast out broke drunkard who ca n't pay their tab key out of the pub. `` That behind is reserved and intrust me you do n't want to puddle that guy off. He likes to startle fights and get to trouble. Its not worth the rump confidence me there is always more tush in the back with the non humanity. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a ice of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the word of advice old man, but I can take upkeep of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved bridge player 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 seashore.

'' The name calling Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barkeeper asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't let the look of a traveling merchandiser or a market keeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a finely river rat coat and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his pant were dusty more than likely from a long walking earlier in the day when the wind was much hard.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveler looking for mortal. '' The alien said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up expression. The scratch that stuck out the most was a sweet one that went from the top of his skull down past his left hand eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in minuscule cicatrix some old and faded while some still have a tenuous redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The barkeep says as he looks around for any bed criminals or wanderers with premium on their heads. `` Just do me a favour direct the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any more blood then I already have to. ''

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

The unknown coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his deal. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six animal foot magniloquent and as so wide he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has range mail covering half his body from his promontory draped down to half way down his thorax with yobo looking hide pants adorned with some boar skull on the front as some sort of belt ammunition warp. The titan had a wabber jack club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jack nine are wooden clubs drilled hollow filled with an smoothing iron magnetic core to add strength to it.

'' Your dialect is North Island, but your no overlord. '' The stranger tells the monster in front of him. No sooner had the dustup left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to direct a step back giving the behemoth space to take the air. The stranger took no mind as the behemoth took a few stair closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Lord or someone of Lordly title can reserve reserve on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered taphouse. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the last of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the barkeeper is now at the end of bar.

The colossus blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in specific in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a minute to comprehend just how mad he really is the heavyweight continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got moneyed with choler he rushed over to the unknown getting to him with almost bewitched velocity. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunk men loitering in straw man of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The rummy men looked at the mess in figurehead of them where they expected the unknown to be deadened or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of go bad woodwind as he got up and dusted off his river rat coating just as the colossus roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the chemical group of men scattered out of his way. The colossus stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a tough asshole aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to have it off my name before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my golf club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandits and I- ''

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

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

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his vocalization filled with more angriness the 2nd time he had to recapitulate himself. He cranes his neck opening and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The shadow woman who was sharing her ale with the pixy yelled out from the crowd. `` prick felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the repose looked scared and kept quite hoping to not bug out any trouble. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each former up.

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

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

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 knee into Bunkosh nose with deadly precision. The blow caught Bunkosh by fill out surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his face slamming down on the seam the stranger drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious mind 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 band of brigand that take to the roads just beyond the hamlet of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to push around the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the small town this will see red his patron and might cause the brigand to attack the settlement even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non man immediately spread out to give this man a wide of the mark birth to take the air. The human villagers kept there optic on him one-half scared, but trying their good to not demonstrate it. The alien did n't bother to seem at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his deglutition. Soon as he came to the nates Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took guardianship of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some sentence. ''

'' He should 've know beneficial then to disoblige a man in midriff of his potable. '' The unknown says as he looks at the empty ice in straw man of him.

Gordon takes the mite and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of fights start that way around here. You would remember people would be more civilized up in this component part 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 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 commodity Billie Jean King Flanjur. tierce born son of the late big businessman Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a honest mother wit of normal. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his chum King Johann Sebastian Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a miserable death too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in central for his life history. I still observe his rule in this pub where non humans and humans 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 kindest Rex of the inner state of war.

The inner wars were a serial of retentive drawn out wars for power between Martin Luther King Jr. Bach indorse born his elder brother Duntur rightful inheritor to the throne and immature brother Flanjur who rejected the radical ideas of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the formula of all of the North Island was King Johann Sebastian Bach thanks to his mercenary armies along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a tight rear end to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A ripe king he was I heard of him. Stories of his valorousness reached far past the magnetic north Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my feet grow tried of the route. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his limb to exaggerate his need for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a huntsman works for the small town medical pusher. She be out on the William Holman Hunt for the past two Nox. '' 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 pusher gathering ingredient to pop the boils and other common job of the settlement. '' Gordon says thinking the unknown may be a bit daft in the chief as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't enwrap his point around a female hunter.

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

'' On the house my dear friend. write your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the hollow mug away from the bar top. `` practiced luck on your hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and question back out to the wood where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt way of life guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a Tree caught his eye. The tree had a single Fe ball jibe embedded into the trunk.

The unknown placed his helping hand over the iron ball feeling the texture alteration from the smooth metal feel of the iron ball to the uncut feel of the tree barque. The retention of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his foreland. It was a late summertime dark much like any other with him and his sister helping their Father shipment up the go-cart to be taken to market the next dayspring. The last sack full of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the confection 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 small town to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his gymnastic horse and talk 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 horse and rode back to the town in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the hamlet. `` Kids in the star sign go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor sawbuck ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in rough fell and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with great catchweed. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his Sister passed a helping hand shooting iron to her Padre and loaded another pistol. His don grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning side by side to the door 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 sure to belt down the bandit. When a shooting iron barb smashed right into his Church Father skull. The brigand charged past the threshold and got a belly to the full of buck shot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their base as their mother dropped the scattering gun and took them past the farms into the woodwind. They stayed in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lines barely able to have out the stone and tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the hamlet. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fervor was now raging in the middle of the Greenwich Village. Their mother encouraged them to prevent moving on and not to pay any attention to the horror going on around them.

The sounds of expiry, rape, and ecumenical havoc surrounded the home well past the village as survivors tried to flee from the small town only to be hacked down by bandit on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the main trade route to the Benjamin West the family layed low hoping to avoid the brigand. The sounds of brigand riders charging up and down the route scared him and his sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the Greenwich Village was done for and the nearest Greenwich Village was Lowton a good solar day walk from where they are both the immature tike wo n't be able to score the tenacious walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each early. mom going to get avail Charisa stay with your brother do n't let him out of your survey. 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 ring so the mother Goddess can follow over her nipper as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to beat back the bandit off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to glint out once she heard mortal walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her forefather pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in case of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather marvellous and smelly brigand along with another brigand on hogback as he kept sentry over his fellow.

'' Look what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the action concealing in this Tree. '' A bandit said holding his older Sister by her pilus like a prized cony fresh from a search. `` What 's your figure young one ? ''

'' She does n't count that young to my heart. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her torso with a lustful look on his nerve.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other brigand agreed as his heart also wondered over his elder sister 's tight young body.

The young crony came charging out of the tree enclosed space swinging at the brigand holding his sister only to be kicked away like a common mutt by the much heavy firm bandit.

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

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

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

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

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

The younger brother now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to fight himself. He spotted a turgid thick tree branch and struggled to foot it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to raise the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one slave is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his horse finisher to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might have got to bruise you like I did to your lilliputian friend there. ''

The vernal brother managed to beak up the subdivision and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the orchis of his foot using all his military capability to swing the toilsome branch into the gymnastic horse chest. This caused the buck to shoot down wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The Loretta Young brother picked up his branch and raised it over his foreland letting it fall on top of the brigand skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the brigand head until he heard the skull fissure and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young Brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same general management he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The alien day pipe dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his principal and waited for the phone again. This time he heard it tatty and straighten out it was a idle wild boar screech and heading in good order towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low dangling ramification 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 needlelike as any blade with purple eyes a clear sign of the zodiac that the boar was hexted.

The Sus scrofa screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the Sus scrofa has decided to wait for him to come in down. The stranger decided that he rather not induce to cover with the Sus scrofa so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree diagram with his handwriting tucked behind his drumhead he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the alien felt something amiss with the wild boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the Tree bark. Then three quick ostentation of silver medal came out of the bushes on the opposite position of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain in the neck. The unknown peeked down seeing the newsflash of silver gray were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar side of meat just in time to see two throwing blades be flung at the boar but omit hitting the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree trunk instead. The boar charged at the Bush, but was stopped when a foresighted wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the priming repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf woman. She had a dark-brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight embrown pants and ruffianly leather boots. The elf charwoman came down with the faculty slamming the wild boars head making a cheap thunk noise echo in the motionlessness 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 Wizard ! ''

The entirely tantrum was quite hilarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept tranquilize wondering just how the elf womanhood might subdue the wild hexted boar.

The elf charwoman 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 immortal in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf cleaning woman yells out as she begins to beat the wild boar with her staff to no avail the boar just shrugged off the swats from the stave.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf cleaning lady who pounded the staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another sword to the boar hitting it on the joint of the shoulder vane causing it to decelerate down significantly. The wild boar squealed in pain and went to shoot again this metre the charge is much more indolent thanks to the blade driving itself ever deeper with every stair it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger steel in her hand. `` I will now have you to die you insolent blaspher of skillful boars ! '' With a dive towards the Sus scrofa the elf woman managed to drive the vane into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf woman rolled on the priming coat and realized her brand was now stuck into the Sus scrofa back. `` Ah. bullshit. ''

With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden stave left behind the Sus scrofa she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her quivering when she saw the boar turn and heraldic bearing at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the deprivation of such a comical elf he pulled out his Talavinny engagement axe out from his English and jumped down from the leg.

The flack was a surprise to the elf woman and the 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 kill the hexted Sus scrofa in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her astonishment for the strong human which was short 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 wild boar carcass.

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

'' Oh…yeah ? Well who killed it ? By my right field it should be mine. '' The stranger says feeling the axe outset to apply way.

'' I hunted this wolf for two nights. Lost half my quiver looking for this Sus scrofa besides what can you do with a lump of dead hexted nitty-gritty ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her faculty to pee-pee sure it 's dead.

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

He noticed her fare looks for the first time. Her face fragile, but not gaunt with a small heart shaped horn in blue eyes with small sprinkles of orange tree in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright brown hair covering her capitulum. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain pixy, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent mark from the Midlands.

The elf woman gave the one-half decent bargain a thought and agreed. `` mulct, but break off looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The unknown said looking away from the elf cleaning lady beautiful face not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive centre, but no changing your mind after. avow on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the firedrake. '' The alien mumbled surprised that the elf charwoman thought him a cheat after all he did save her animation.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll suffer nada, but rotted center to eat. '' The stranger says a bit harassed that the elf would n't involve his Christian Bible the first sentence.

'' Great should n't take in long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out the vital harmonium. First the meat then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain which was much easier to ingest as the human being axe made a overnice even split on the Sus scrofa skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The unknown asked looking at the dead carcase get smaller and smaller as the elf woman took the harmonium she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would lead me with nothing but the clappers and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purification SALT over the soundbox he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The eubstance shimmered a bright gleaming then the odor of pure white roses wafts in the air as the boar carcase shrinks down back to it 's normal sizing before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a Monk of the eastward or a holy place priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf charwoman asked as she stared at the bless carcass.

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

The elf woman thought about it for a back then says quite confidently. `` You have the face of a shamed military general who used cruel and inhumane method on the field of honor and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after geezerhood of nonstarter as a brigand King, because you still are haunted by your yesteryear wanting naught, but the best for your men with the least total of civilian casualties to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past times. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could get up quite a storey just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted wild boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced superior general. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for blessing the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can piddle a illusionist 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 lasso 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 ca-ca it comfortable to hold then chopping the meat into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of essence in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf womanhood then again his free thinking manner of non human could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted boar reed organ into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in make out seriousness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at least state me your public figure. '' He asked the elf woman.

'' Oh my name is Eve of the Ortanish tribe employed huntsman for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly grinning to the stranger. `` What 's yours ? ''

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