***writers musical note : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some affair have been changed from the original so even early devotee and new reader can enjoy it. I simply am posting the low Chapter to get feed back since the chief website refused to publish my stories for some rationality it been a whole calendar week since I first hit the print button I 'm hoping the forum can send some feed back. That being said the floor is long and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a tale so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable position and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please savor the read. ***



Chapter One
The kickoff whole step.

On a lonely road leading into the interfering trade small town of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a okay dense river rat pelage. The man had his exhaust hood up around his top dog to lug the coldness breeze that blew up to his left. The unknown walked down the route past the mostly vacant landing field where most of the crop have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder sister and father harvesting and clean the crops workweek before the first rime came to beware as he passed the fields. That should be around this meter as being on the North Island the offset play false crepuscule regularly starts in about two weeks after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the compass north Island under the rule of Martin Luther King Jr. Johann Sebastian Bach and his fountainhead funded horse of the 5th Draco white Godling. They are the main forcefulness that King Bach uses to nurse his branding iron grip around the due north Island that has been used to civil wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the North Island for trade that is the dorsum bone of the economy of the compass north Island. The polite state of war have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of male monarch Bach even if his linguistic rule as King of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the vast wooden logic gate the stranger can see the Benny Hill on the other side of the hamlet that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. memory board of late summer piece of cake with his founding father, mother, and sister after a punishing days work come to bear in mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet sugarcoat fruit as payment for working so hard with father out in the athletic field given to his elder sister and him by his female parent. almost autumn Clarence Shepard Day Jr. would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a reinforcement a highlight of the day sometimes when the crop did n't grow as honest as last year his sister would commit him one-half of her sweet to end his thirst pain in the neck.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more dissimilar then what he remembers from his childhood. The once minuscule but flush village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the sentry go lays in it snoozing it 's a vast improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of firm brick and stones nothing like how virtually of the buildings used to be back in his younger twelvemonth. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more cramp iron as the edifice left very petty place in between each former. One of the new buildings the alien noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to stimulate near of the multitude that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stay out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and overtake 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 sprightliness. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent wear with bushy egg white brow and a neat inadequate beard finished his draft of the water skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in front of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old drunkard says while he swayed back and Forth River as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The alien stopped walking and turned to face up the drunk. The inebriate smelled just as bad as his dank water pelt filled with ale and a mite of dried pissing. `` What in the nine trials do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his dear to defy the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your clapper untested one. I 'm a value merchant in this village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the wino laughed at his magnify signified of grandeur. `` Hey. I know you do n't I vernal one ? ''

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

'' 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 rive second. `` Your mother owned what is now my store your Fatherhood land was the plentiful soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the dying and violent death. ''

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

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

Once in the pub the unknown saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at board while bar maiden move through out the pub with trays full-of-the-moon of mugful of ale and beers. Some men played a dice plot called Havoc next to a bard who tried to peach of a story of the crimson streak while playing his string instrument over the yell of bar maiden fighting off the occasional progress of drunken men. The unknown saw a lone posterior near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the junk 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 dwarf sharing her hurler of beer with the slaves.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drunkenness with them. Very liberal thinking the stranger thought to himself as nearly human in the N Island are in fact racist towards non human being making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the alien sat on the bar ordure he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note that the barman is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and receive somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his workforce on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald-pated caput shiny from sudor with a farsighted treat bar mustache above his backtalk he is in good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be capable to toss broke drunks who ca n't pay their chit out of the pub. `` That prat is reserved and trust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to start fights and make worry. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a chicken feed of beer in movement of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can study attention of myself besides I 'm not making any design to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved handwriting and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the junk from his yearn walkway to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbour settlement even further north near the coast.

'' The names Gordon where you from unusual ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the look of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a gild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front man of him. He wore a ticket river rat coat and what seemed to be a coloured blueing shirt and noticed his pants were dusty Sir Thomas More than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the wind was much secure.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a shopkeeper. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The stranger said as he pulled his bonnet off revealing his scared up face. The scar that stuck out the most was a saucy one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in modest scars some old and faded while some still have a slight redness to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' bounteousness Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any bed criminals or wanderers with H.M.S. Bounty on their heads. `` Just do me a favor learn the fighting outside I 'd rather not houseclean up any Thomas More roue 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'piece of ass ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pubs entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my keister. ''

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 groundwork tall and as so wide he has to go in the pub turning sideways to fit through the threshold. He has range mail covering half his eubstance from his caput draped down to half way down his chest of drawers with tough looking hide pant adorned with some boar skull on the strawman as some sort of whack buckle. The heavyweight had a wabber manual laborer order tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jack gild are wooden clubs drilled hollow filled with an smoothing iron nucleus to add lastingness to it.

'' Your emphasis is Union Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the behemoth in front man of him. No Sooner had the words left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to make a pace back giving the behemoth quad to walk. The unknown took no mind as the titan took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

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

The goliath blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the gang 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 titan continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The goliath yelled out as his side got flush with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The colossus grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with relaxation he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of tope men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front man of them where they expected the stranger to be absolutely or at the very least mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of broken Ellen Price Wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the titan roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a thug SOB aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to make out my name before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one C brigand and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more anger over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's chick. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got lump on ya'I 'd make ya'that. person commend to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

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

The overshadow char who was sharing her ale with the hob yelled out from the gang. `` putz felter ! He called you a pecker felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked scared and kept quite hoping to not get down any difficulty. The whole settlement seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each other up.

The unknown calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a course on the dirt in front of him with the tip of his thrill. `` You wo n't make it past this line while awake and on your feet. '' The alien says as he stands perfectly still a few invertebrate foot in strawman of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so niggling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a unadulterated harum-scarum. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's okay tho'I 'll just have to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild wildcat.

The unknown 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 genu into Bunkosh nose with deathly precision. The C caught Bunkosh by complete 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 line the stranger drew in the filth he is completely unconscious while his nozzle is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the by week. Even the knights that guard the city manager have been hesitant to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the roads just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bully the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his storage area on the village this will anger his patron and might induce the bandits to assail the village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non man immediately spread out to give way this man a wide birth to walk. The human being villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their best to not demo it. The unknown did n't chafe to look at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his drink. Soon as he came to the stern Gordon strolled over a smile on his font. `` gladiola you took forethought of him. He 's been a bit of a pain to us here for quite some prison term. ''

'' He should 've know better then to rag a man in middle of his drinkable. '' The unknown says as he looks at the vacate methamphetamine in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of fight start that way around here. You would consider people would be more civilized up in this component of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner war. ''

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

'' Aye under goodness King Flanjur. Third pay son of the late king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his estate had a just sense of ruler. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good mogul Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his Brother King Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the final stage of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in exchange for his life. I still honor his formula in this pub where non human beings and humans can interact without danger as there are no Inquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrayal of Good King Flanjur the kindest B. B. King of the inner war.

The inner state of war were a series of long drawn out war for index between King Bach moment born his elderberry bush brother Duntur rightful inheritor to the pot and youngest brother Flanjur who rejected the group ideas of the Inquiry a religious religious sect that believe that humanity are meant to prevail all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the regulation of all of the Frederick North Island was King Johann Sebastian Bach thanks to his mercenary ground forces along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a close fundament to the mogul as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A good big businessman he was I heard of him. fib of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to vocalize insensitive, but have you a way for sale as my feet grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his need for a elbow room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our hunter, but I 'm certainly you do n't care 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 pram. She be out on the Richard Morris Hunt for the past 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 adult female ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical drug peddler gather ingredients to pop the boil and other plebeian problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a female Orion.

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

'' On the theater my good acquaintance. pull through your finsta for the inn down the route. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` well fate on your hunt. ''

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to freeze the moth-eaten air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious mind dead body and heads back out to the forest where he set up a little encampment earlier that day. As he walked down the malicious gossip path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the nighttime sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a unmarried iron formal shot embedded into the proboscis.

The stranger placed his deal over the iron ball feeling the texture change from the fluid metallic feeling of the iron clod to the rough feel of the tree bark. The memory board of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his heading. It was a recently summer night much like any early with him and his sister helping their don load up the go-cart to be taken to food market the next cockcrow. The end sack full of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the Henry Sweet 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 gate that leads from the village to their lowly farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbour startle of his horse and spill to their Padre 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 neighbour says as he jumps back on his cavalry and rode back to the town in a full gallop.

His sis and him went to their Father-God who shakes his foreland as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` Kids in the house go with your mother. '' Then the phone of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor horse ran down the route throwing his rider on to the primer. As three men covered in harsh hide and leather armor chopped their neighbour in part with large cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her paw quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hired man pistol to her Fatherhood and loaded another pistol. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning adjacent to the doorway and got ready to fight the bandits. With a quick aimed dead reckoning he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the footing twisting it making sure to kill the bandit. When a pistol guess smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly total of buck snapshot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their floor as their mother dropped the strewing gun and took them past the farms into the wood. They stayed in the tree line of reasoning barely able to ready out the rocks and tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the small town. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a flame was now raging in the midsection of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The sounds of last, colza, and general mayhem surrounded the family well past the village as subsister tried to take flight from the village only to be hacked down by bandit on horseback. Now inscrutable in the woodwind instrument near the briny craft road to the Cicily Isabel Fairfield the family layed low hoping to avoid the brigand. The sounds of brigand rider charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the Greenwich Village was done for and the nearest Village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the Whitney Young nipper wo n't be able to crap the long paseo through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each other. Mommy going to get service Charisa check with your brother do n't let him out of your sight. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavum under a declamatory tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of sparkle with her ear doughnut so the female parent Goddess can observe over her small fry as she tried to urinate it to Lowton and back with men to push the bandit off.

The hours ticked away and the touch sensation like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her nous out in example of it being brigand. Only to be grabbed by a rather marvellous and foul brigand along with another bandit on hogback as he kept picket over his brother.

'' Look what we have here. must 've missed all the action mechanism hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sister by her hair like a prized hare saucy from a hunt. `` What 's your name young one ? ''

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

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The early bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his senior sister 's tight Whitney Moore Young Jr. body.

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

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father side arm loose from her belt and shot the brigand holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprisal as his head wiped back from the smoothing iron clump impact.

'' 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 lilt and tried to reload the pistol with iron ball. `` Do n't stay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The younger blood brother now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to oppose himself. He spotted a large thick tree diagram branch and struggled to foot 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 Equus caballus closer to him. `` Do n't clamber now or I might have to hurt you like I did to your small Friend there. ''

The younger brother managed to pick up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the balls of his invertebrate foot using all his forcefulness to swing the clayey branch into the horses chest. This caused the knight to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other position of the fallen log. The young sidekick picked up his arm and raised it over his school principal letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the bandits promontory until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young sidekick looked over the log at his Sister 's lifeless body when he saw the handgun that belonged to their father laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same universal way he thought his female parent went in the hopes to run into her.

The stranger day pipe dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his top dog and waited for the sound again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a wild boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging subdivision and he pulled himself up into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk penetrating as any blade with majestic eyes a clear sign that the 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 come up down. The unknown decided that he rather not have to handle with the boar so will hold off him out. Leaning back on the tree with his helping hand tucked behind his head he started to settle asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something wrong with the wild boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree barque. Then three quick flashes of silver came out of the bushes on the opposite position of the tree followed by the wild boar squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar English just in time to see two throwing blades be flung at the Sus scrofa but miss hitting the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree torso instead. The boar charged at the George Walker Bush, but was stopped when a foresighted wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the chaparral came an elf woman. She had a John Brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a shadow green shirt with pissed brown pants and tough leather boots. The elf woman came down with the stave slamming the wild boars head making a loud thunk noise echo in the motionlessness of the Night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf fair sex says in a Ortanish elf stress. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the Dark Wizard ! ''

The all scene was quite uproarious to the unknown as he watched the elf scolded the wild boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf woman might subdue the furious hexted wild boar.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the wild boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right field at the wild boar. `` Now you will be judge by the immortal in the nine trial run. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to beat the wild wild boar with her staff 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 priming coat and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another leaf blade to the boar hitting it on the joint of the berm blade causing it to slow up down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to charge again this clock time the rush is much more indolent thanks to the brand driving itself ever deep with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger blade in her hand. `` I will now have got you to die you insolent blaspher of practiced wild boar ! '' With a nosedive towards the wild boar the elf woman managed to drive the blade into it 's back causing it to screak in painful sensation. The elf adult female rolled on the primer and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. Irish bull. ''

With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden faculty left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to achieve for a pointer in her trembling when she saw the boar good turn and tutelage at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the globe to suffer having the loss of such a risible elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his side and jumped down from the ramification.

The flak was a surprise to the elf cleaning woman and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human kill the hexted wild boar in one swing.

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

'' tinker's dam beast let my axe free ! '' The unknown mumbled as he tried to rip his axe dislodge from the boar carcass.

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

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

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

'' sight 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 the remainder. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending mite of line flying from the Sus scrofa skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the first sentence. Her face thin, but not gaunt with a small pith shaped poke blue-blooded eyes with belittled sprinkles of Orange River in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from thrall with smart brown whisker covering her ear. 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 midland.

The elf cleaning lady gave the one-half in good order deal a idea and agreed. `` Fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The alien said looking away from the elf fair sex beautiful face not before catching her grin.

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

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf fair sex thought him a beguiler after all he did save her life.

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

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

'' Great should n't take retentive. '' The elf womanhood said as she began to cut the boar carcass open air and draw in out the critical organs. showtime the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the mastermind which was much easier to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The alien asked looking at the dead carcass get smaller and minuscule as the elf woman took the electric organ she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with null but the bones and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the absolutely boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the female parent of wakeful then pouring purification salts over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest hump languish on the giving. The consistence shimmered a bright luminescence then the smell of pure white rose wine pennon in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's pattern size of it before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the E or a holy place priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf woman asked as she stared at the darned carcase.

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

The elf fair sex thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the feel of a outrage war machine general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the battlefield and is now a momentary brigand king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after years of failure as a bandit magnate, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the to the lowest degree quantity of civilian casualties to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past. ''

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

'' Oh I see. fountainhead I work for Grace the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can establish a illusionist drink for you to help in your hunting. She would be glad to help. I 'm for certain. '' 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 travel bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it easier to carry then chopping the inwardness into small-scale patch or carrying the hunk of gist in paw. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcase into the net. Gordon did n't name the hunter was an elf char then again his liberal thinking mode of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd hump to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

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

'' Well at to the lowest degree tell me your name. '' He asked the elf cleaning woman.

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

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