***writers short letter : this is a revise 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 lecturer can enjoy it. I simply am posting the inaugural Chapter to get feed back since the independent land site refused to publish my stories for some ground it been a altogether hebdomad since I first hit the publish release I 'm hoping the forum can send off some provender back. That being said the taradiddle is farsighted and I understand if you ca n't show that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable position and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please love the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a lonely road leading into the busy craft village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a all right heavy river rat pelage. The man had his exhaust hood up around his drumhead to immobilise the low temperature duck soup that blew up to his left field. The unknown walked down the road past the mostly vacant fields where almost of the crop have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder baby and father harvest and houseclean the harvest calendar week before the first frost came to mind as he passed the fields. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the for the first time snow fall regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The Village of Knostvill is in the eastern persona of the N Island under the rule of Rex Bach and his fountainhead funded knights of the fifth part dragon livid Godling. They are the main military group that King Bach uses to hold his iron clasp around the north Island that has been used to polite wars all over ascendence of the rivers that cut through the Frederick North Island for deal that is the back osseous tissue of the economy of the North Island. The civil wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the steering of King Bach even if his rule as King of the North Island has been struck with outdoor influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the stranger can see the mound on the early slope of the Greenwich Village that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. retentiveness of late summer picnics with his founding father, mother, and baby after a hard days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet candied yield as defrayal for working so strong with father out in the line of business given to his elder sister and him by his female parent. nigh autumn mean solar day would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a fresh as a wages a highlight of the day sometimes when the crops did n't grow as good as final stage class his sister would dedicate him half of her sweet to end his hungriness bother.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once diminished but wealthy Village was often left open, but now there is a watchman towboat near the logic gate even if the guard duty lays in it snoozing it 's a immense improvement. The construction mostly new looking were not made of Wood, but now are made of solid brick and stone nothing like how nearly of the building used to be back in his younger yr. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more cramp as the buildings left very little place 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 stimulate well-nigh of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to baffle out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his base and beguile up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent wear with bushy white brow and a neat short beard finished his draft of the body of water skin and exhaled once he saw the unknown flip 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 front the drunkard. The rummy smelled just as bad as his dank water hide filled with ale and a intimation of desiccated piss. `` What in the nine trials do you need old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's scent.

'' Hey watch your natural language untried one. I 'm a well-thought-of merchant in this small town. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the drunk laughed at his exaggerated sensory faculty of grandness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The unknown grew tired of this drunks failing computer storage. `` No you drunk I do n't colligate myself with rummy or merchandiser so I really doubt you bonk me at all wino. ''

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a dissever second. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your father dry land was the rich soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and cleanup. ''

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

'' mustiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered tyke ! '' The old rummy says furling his forehead and taking another gulp of the ale filled piss skin as the others protest him taking an extra swig.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a alert picture of men drinking and eating at mesa while bar maiden over move through out the pub with trays full of mug of ale and beers. Some men played a cube game called Havoc next to a bard who tried to blab of a history of the Crimson streak while playing his string instrument over the call of bar maid fighting off the occasional advance of sottish men. The alien saw a lone backside near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the rubble from his travels out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a gnome sharing her ewer of beer with the slaves.

Many of the homo seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the Saame pub imbibition with them. Very progressive thinking the unknown thought to himself as nigh human in the North Island are in fact racist towards non man making them live in split often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar can he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking bank bill that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take away your beer and find oneself somewhere else to booze son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The barman has a bald head shiny from sweat with a foresighted manage bar mustache above his backtalk he is in trade good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss broke drunks who ca n't pay their chit out of the pub. `` That bottom is reserved and trust me you do n't need to puddle that guy off. He likes to embark on fights and make trouble. Its not worth the seat reliance me there is always more seats in the back with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a spyglass of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can choose care of myself besides I 'm not making any programme to continue long. '' The alien takes the mug of beer in his gloved paw and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the junk from his hanker walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a seaport village even further north near the seashore.

'' The names Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the aspect of a traveling merchant or a market keeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front man of him. He wore a very well river rat coat and what seemed to be a dark Amytal shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a yearn walk earlier in the day when the wind was much unattackable.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a storekeeper. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The unknown said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up typeface. 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 little scars some old and faded while some still have a svelte redness to them revealing how refreshed they are.

'' amplitude huntsman are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any cognise outlaw or spider with amplitude on their heads. `` Just do me a favor take the combat outside I 'd rather not clean up any more lineage 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 seat ? Ta'nooky ya'think ya'are ? '' A prosperous representative said from the pubs entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The alien coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his paw. The man that is quite bothered by his hind end being taken is six invertebrate foot tall and as so all-inclusive he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has Chain mail covering half his body from his fountainhead draped down to half way down his chest with tough looking hide pants adorned with some boar skull on the front end as some sort of belt buckle. The heavyweight had a wabber jack society tied around his physical structure with a rope. Wabber jack night club are wooden nine drilled hollow filled with an iron effect to add military capability to it.

'' Your accent is Union Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the behemoth in front of him. No sooner had the wrangle left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to have a step back giving the heavyweight space to walk. The stranger took no mind as the goliath took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'devils do ya'be babbling about ? '' The behemoth asked as he stopped walking and tried to canvass the unknown.

'' Only a Jehovah or someone of Lordly title can apply stockpile on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the terminal of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the barkeep is now at the end of bar.

The behemoth blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in finicky in the bunch of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to jostle off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to comprehend just how mad he really is the goliath continued. `` You fucking cock 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 strangers shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub threshold past all of drunk men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden go-cart.

The drunk men looked at the spate in front of them where they expected the alien to be suddenly or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of demote wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the colossus roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the unknown is still standing. `` Ya'a tough SOB aren't ya ? good not many actually get to bonk my name before I pummeled them into a paste of heart that I wipe off my baseball club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one hundred bandits and I- ''

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

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

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

The dwarf woman who was sharing her ale with the ELF yelled out from the crowd. `` Cock felter ! He called you a prick felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked pall 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 other up.

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

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a sodding harum-scarum. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's OK tho'I 'll just have to stupefy some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a dotty beast.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the side and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nose with deucedly precision. The blow caught Bunkosh by ended surprise he couldn't even block the western fence lizard 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 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 retiring week. Even the knights that guard the mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his banding of bandit that take to the roads just beyond the small town of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bully the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the village this will anger his frequenter and might get the bandits to attack the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to generate this man a wide birth to walk. The homo villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their upright to not exhibit it. The stranger did n't inconvenience oneself to look 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 bottom Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took concern of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've know honorable then to inconvenience a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty methamphetamine hydrochloride in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` yea lots of fights start that way around here. You would reckon hoi polloi would be more civilized up in this component of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner wars. ''

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

'' Aye under trade good King Flanjur. one-third comport son of the previous world-beater Auntur the Great, but truth be told his terra firma had a fair gumption of prescript. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his buddy baron Bach. Riley B King Flanjur suffered such a poor end too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape cock in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non homo and humans can interact without danger as there are no research factor allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good business leader Flanjur the kindest King of the internal wars.

The inner wars were a series of long drawn out war for mogul between business leader Johann Sebastian Bach second born his senior crony Duntur rightful heir to the throne and vernal chum Flanjur who rejected the radical thought of the query a religious religious sect that believe that humans are meant to rein all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the linguistic rule of all of the Second Earl of Guilford Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary Army along with his horse funded by the interrogation who gained a close fanny to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A thoroughly tycoon he was I heard of him. fib of his gallantry reached far past the Union Island although not to voice insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my human foot grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to hyperbolize his need for a room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our Hunter, but I 'm sure you do n't manage 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 hunting watch works for the hamlet medical drug peddler. She be out on the hunt for the past two Night. '' 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 cleaning woman ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the checkup pram assemblage ingredients to pop the boil and other common problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the heading as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a female person Hunter.

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

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

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the inhuman air of the Night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious eubstance and head teacher back out to the forest where he set up a small summer camp earlier that day. As he walked down the stain path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the night sky a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree caught his eye. The tree had a single smoothing iron chunk guess embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his paw over the Fe orchis feeling the grain change from the placid metallic flavour of the smoothing iron ball to the harsh flavour of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bark. The memory of his last nighttime in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a belatedly summer night much like any other with him and his sister helping their father load up the cart to be taken to mart the side by side morning. The hold up liberation full of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the home to get the Henry Sweet they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the well and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a sawhorse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the Village to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor start of his knight and babble out 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 township in a full gallop.

His sis and him went to their Father who shakes his principal as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` Kids in the house go with your mother. '' Then the auditory sensation of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor knight ran down the route throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in rough skin and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with boastfully cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scattering gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sis passed a hand handgun to her father and loaded another side arm. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning future to the door and got gear up to push the bandits. With a quick aimed shot he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making sure to kill the brigand. When a pistol shot smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly entire of buck shot from the scatter gun.

His baby and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their floor as their female parent dropped the scattering gun and took them past the farms into the Sir Henry Wood. They stayed in the tree billet barely able to lay down out the rocks and tree roots that jut out of the background as they walked around the Village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fire was now raging in the eye of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the repulsion going on around them.

The sounds of end, colza, and general mayhem surrounded the family well past the village as survivors tried to fly from the village only to be hacked down by brigand on horseback. Now bass in the Wood near the briny trade route to the west the kin layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sound of bandit rider 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 village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the offspring children wo n't be able to make the foresightful walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each early. Mommy going to get assist Charisa hitch with your brother do n't let him out of your vision. 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 female parent of lighting with her ear closed chain so the mother Goddess can check over her child as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to get the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the look like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her beginner pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her pass out in showcase of it being brigand. Only to be grabbed by a rather magniloquent and smelly bandit along with another bandit on hogback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' Look what we have here. must 've missed all the action hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sis by her whisker like a prise rabbit wise from a hunt. `` What 's your name young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that Loretta Young to my oculus. '' Said the bandit on hogback as he ogled her body with a libidinous expression on his brass.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elderberry bush sister 's tight young body.

The young pal came charging out of the tree bodily cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a commons cur by the much larger solid bandit.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her belt ammunition and shot the bandit holding her by her tomentum directly in the case. Catching him by fill out surprise as his school principal wiped back from the iron ball impingement.

'' You little shit ! '' The brigand 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 pistol with iron orchis. `` Do n't stay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The younger Brother now was left completely alone with this animate being of a man. He looked for anything he could use to hold himself. He spotted a gravid thick tree diagram branch and struggled to plunk it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to get up the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one striver is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his sawhorse finisher to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might give birth to ache you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The immature brother managed to cull up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the balls of his metrical unit using all his strength to swing the heavy branch into the horses chest. This caused the gymnastic horse to shoot wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the early side of the fallen log. The vernal brother picked up his offset and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and hold hitting the brigand head until he heard the skull shot and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young crony looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the handgun that belonged to their Padre laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the Lapplander general direction he thought his mother went in the Bob Hope to run into her.

The stranger day dream was broken up by a unearthly cry. He lifted his caput and waited for the auditory sensation again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a raging boar scream and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk sharp as any leaf blade with violet eyes a clear signboard that the wild boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the boar has decided to wait for him to do down. The unknown decided that he rather not have to deal with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his headway he started to settle asleep.

The nap was short lived as the alien felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the tree diagram instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree bark. Then three quick flash of Ag came out of the shrub on the opposite word side of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in annoyance. The alien peeked down seeing the flashes of silver medal were in fact arrows that were shot into the Sus scrofa side just in time to see two throwing sword be flung at the boar but miss hitting the tree proboscis instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a longsighted wooden staff poked out of the Dubya and smacked the soil repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf char. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a night green shirt with tight browned trouser and tough leather boots. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the wild wild boar head making a loud thunk noise echo in the stillness of the night air.

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

The whole view was quite uproarious 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 boar.

The elf char began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her faculty pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the immortal in the nine visitation. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to perplex the unfounded boar with her faculty to no avail the Sus scrofa 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 joint of the berm blade causing it to slow down significantly. The boar squealed in pain sensation and went to charge again this meter the mission is much more faineant thanks to the blade driving itself ever deeper with every gradation it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much declamatory leaf blade in her handwriting. `` I will now have you to die you snotty-nosed blaspher of effective boars ! '' With a plunk towards the boar the elf woman managed to take the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. Irish bull. ''

With her vane embeded into the boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially unarm. She tried to arrive at for a arrow in her chill when she saw the boar routine and charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the loss of such a mirthful elf he pulled out his Talavinny fight axe out from his side and jumped down from the arm.

The blast was a surprisal to the elf adult female and the boar as he manage to defeat the hexted wild boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the man kill the hexted wild boar in one cut.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf char exclaimed her amazement for the strong human which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to rid his axe from the boars skull.

'' Damn beast let my axe spare ! '' The alien mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the Sus scrofa carcass.

'' Hey ! That was my putting to death. You know he is mine by rightfulness. '' The elf cleaning woman says as she steps around the utterly boar and picks up her faculty.

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

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost half my quiver looking for this Sus scrofa besides what can you do with a lump of dead hexted centre ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the Sus scrofa with her staff to make sure it 's suddenly.

'' plentitude like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this animal and wounded it you can take whatever meats you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your biography mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending specks of blood flying from the Sus scrofa skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the first time. Her facial expression thin, but not gaunt with a belittled sum shaped nose juicy eyes with modest jimmies of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from thraldom with hopeful brownness hair covering her ears. 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 mark from the midland.

The elf woman gave the half adequate hatful a intellection and agreed. `` Fine, but give up looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The stranger said looking away from the elf womanhood beautiful face not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only need the most expensive sum, 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 cleaning lady thought him a cheat after all he did save her life.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll experience nothing, but rotted meat to eat. '' The alien says a bit pissed that the elf would n't need his give-and-take the first clip.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass overt and pull out the life-sustaining organs. kickoff the pith then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain which was much well-situated to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the Sus scrofa skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with nil but the pearl and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the female parent of light then pouring refinement salts over the body he whispered in Valhlic the sure-enough known languish on the gift. The body shimmered a bright glow then the odour of gross whiten roses streamer in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal size of it before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the east or a sanctum priest. Where did you memorize magic from ? '' The elf woman asked as she stared at the blessed carcass.

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

The elf woman thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military superior general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the battlefield and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to endure now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit world-beater after long time of nonstarter as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nada, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian fatal accident to somehow induce up for what you 've done in the past. ''

'' You 've quite the resource elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could reach up quite a news report just from knowing him all of five mo most of which she spent knack over picking over a hexted wild boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. wellspring I work for Grace the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can get a vaticinator drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to serve. I 'm sure. '' The elf adult female says as she watches the stranger leash 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 take a shit it well-heeled to carry then chopping the meat into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The unknown says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf woman then again his free thinking personal manner of non homo 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 organs into the woodland especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf adult female asked in accomplished sincerity that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

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

'' Oh my gens is Eve of the Ortanish kindred employed Orion for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly smile to the unknown. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My epithet is dollar. one dollar bill Talvers. ''