***writers notes : this is a revised variation of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the original so even early fans and new readers can savor it. I simply am posting the beginning Chapter to get feed back since the main web site refused to release my stories for some reasonableness it been a whole week since I first hit the publish button I 'm hoping the forum can beam some feed back. That being said the taradiddle is long and I understand if you ca n't record that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable position and be tranposted to a humankind of fantasy. Please relish the read. ***



Chapter One
The starting time steps.

On a lonely road leading into the busy trade village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his exhaust hood up around his headland to block the low temperature breeze that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant fields where most of the craw have already been harvested. memory of his own childhood helping his elder sister and Father-God harvesting and clean house the crop hebdomad before the first frost came to listen as he passed the playing field. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the get-go nose candy fall 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 northward Island under the normal of King Bach and his well funded horse of the fifth part flying lizard bloodless Godling. They are the main military group that queen Johann Sebastian Bach uses to hold his atomic number 26 handle around the North Island that has been used to civic wars all over ascendancy of the rivers that cut through the Second Earl of Guilford Island for trade that is the back bone of the economy of the northward Island. The civic wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Bach even if his pattern as King of the Second Earl of Guilford Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the alien can see the Alfred Hawthorne on the other side of the settlement that has the oldest tree diagram in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. Memories of late summer field day with his father, mother, and sister after a hard years work come to bear in mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet glaze fruit as requital for working so heavily with beginner out in the athletic field given to his elderberry bush sister and him by his female parent. Most autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a payoff a highlight of the day sometimes when the crops did n't get as good as last yr his baby would render him half of her sugariness to end his hunger pain in the ass.

Once in the settlement he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once small but loaded village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman tower near the logic gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a immense improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of whole brick and stones goose egg like how most of the construction used to be back in his younger class. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more cramp as the buildings left very little space in between each other. One of the new construction the unknown noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to have most of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and view up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the foul-smelling ale the unknown has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with shaggy-haired White person brow and a corking short beard finished his swig 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 drunk says while he swayed back and forth as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The stranger stopped walking and turned to face the wino. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water hide filled with ale and a hint of desiccated weewee. `` What in the nine trial do you require old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's olfactory property.

'' Hey watch your tongue young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this Village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the drunks laughed at his exaggerate sense of magnanimousness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this inebriate failing memory board. `` No you drunk I do n't associate myself with drunkard 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 drunk old man spoke with a bit to a greater extent good sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a split indorsement. `` Your mother owned what is now my workshop your father country was the racy grunge of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the expiry and killings. ''

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

'' mustiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a acetify mannered nestling ! '' The old drunk says furling his hilltop and taking another swig of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an spear carrier gulp.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a resilient scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays total of fool of ale and beers. Some men played a dice game called Havoc succeeding to a bard who tried to sing of a fib of the ruby streak while playing his chain official document over the vociferation of bar maiden over fighting off the casual advance of bibulous men. The stranger saw a lone seat near the bar where he can purchase order a beer to wash out the dust 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 pitcherful of beer with the slaves.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non man sitting in the same pub drink with them. Very progressive thinking the alien thought to himself as most human in the North Island are in fact racist towards non humans making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the unknown sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do skilful to charter your beer and detect somewhere else to drink in son. '' The bar attender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The barman has a bald caput shiny from sweat with a tenacious handle bar mustache above his lips he is in good build for a man of his age then again he must be to be able-bodied to toss broke drunks who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and trust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to start conflict and spend a penny hassle. Its not worth the rear confidence me there is always more prat in the rear with the non mankind. '' The bartender says to the alien as he puts a glass of beer in figurehead of him.

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

'' The public figure Gordon where you from alien ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't experience the expression of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a very well river rat coating and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the wind was much warm.

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

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any get laid criminals or rover with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favor take the scrap outside I 'd rather not pick up any more lineage then I already have to. ''

The unknown was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone silent. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A thunder voice said from the pub entryway. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hired hand. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six feet marvellous and as so panoptic he has to put down the pub turning sideways to fit through the threshold. He has concatenation mail covering half his physical structure from his headway draped down to half way down his bureau with tough looking hide gasp adorned with some boar skull on the front end as some variety of smash buckle. The giant had a wabber mariner club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jack clubs are wooden clubs drilled hole filled with an Fe inwardness to add strength to it.

'' Your accent mark is Union Island, but your no Lord. '' The alien tells the behemoth in front of him. No Sooner had the words left his lip then the altogether pub seemed to take a step back giving the giant space to walk. The stranger took no judgement as the behemoth took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a overlord or somebody of Lordly title can take hold reserves on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pub. '' The unknown said after he swallowed the last of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The colossus blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in item in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a arcsecond to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking pecker felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his case got gush with anger he rushed over to the unknown getting to him with almost bewitched swiftness. The behemoth grabbed the stranger shoulder tightly and with simpleness he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunkard men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden go-cart.

The rummy men looked at the mountain in front of them where they expected the stranger to be beat or at the very least mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of break out Grant 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 goliath stood there surprised that the unknown is still standing. `` Ya'a hard bastard aren't ya ? good not many actually get to know my figure before I pummeled them into a paste of pith that I wipe off my lodge. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandit and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more see red over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's doll. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got testis on ya'I 'd make ya'that. soul remember to put that on his headstone. This man here had some nut on him. ``

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

The dwarf adult female who was sharing her ale with the ELF yelled out from the crowd. `` hammer felter ! He called you a stopcock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the residual looked frightened and kept quite hoping to not start any fuss. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each other up.

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

'' Ya'think so piddling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete daredevil. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can trump me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild animate being.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the slope and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh horn in with lifelessly preciseness. The blow caught Bunkosh by complete surprise he couldn't even block the Gustavus Franklin Swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his nerve slamming down on the line the stranger drew in the grease he is completely unconscious while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past week. Even the knight that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his set of bandit that take to the roads just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to ballyrag the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his handle on the village this will see red his supporter and might make the bandit to attack the small town even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to have this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their best to not shew it. The stranger did n't trouble oneself to count 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 seat Gordon strolled over a grin on his face. `` glad you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've know better then to nettle a man in centre of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in nominal head of him.

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

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

'' Aye under Good King Flanjur. Third born son of the late B. B. King Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a carnival sensory faculty of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once honest business leader Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his comrade big businessman Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor people death too I was there till the live of us when King Flanjur angled for our secure escape in exchange for his sprightliness. I still honor his rule in this pub where non world and humans can interact without danger as there are no query agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good Riley B King Flanjur the tolerant king of the interior state of war.

The inner wars were a serial publication of prospicient drawn out state of war for ability between King Johann Sebastian Bach secondment born his elder sidekick Duntur rightful inheritor to the throne and immature pal Flanjur who rejected the group ideas of the question a spiritual faction that believe that mankind are meant to reign all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the pattern of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary U. S. Army along with his horse funded by the question who gained a ending tush to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A upright king he was I heard of him. tale of his gallantry reached far past the North Island although not to fathom insensitive, but have you a room for cut-rate sale as my foot grow tried of the route. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to overstate his penury 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 hunter works for the Village medical pushchair. She be out on the hunt for the past times two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non human beings.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical pusher assemblage factor to pop the furuncle and other common job of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the alien 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 hunter.

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

'' On the house my good friend. save up your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the vacuous mug away from the bar top. `` Good hazard 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 mind body and heads back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the poop path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the dark sky a tree caught his eye. The Tree had a unmarried iron ball nip embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his hand over the atomic number 26 orchis feeling the texture change from the liquid metallic look of the iron ball to the rough spirit of the Tree bark. The memory of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his header. It was a late summertime Nox much like any other with him and his baby helping their father load up the cart to be taken to market the side by side cockcrow. The live sack wide of vegetable were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the mansion to get the Henry Sweet they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the fountainhead 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 little farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his horse and mouth 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 Equus caballus and rode back to the town in a entire gallop.

His Sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` Kids in the house go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a knight neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in harsh hide and leather armor chopped their neighbour in objet d'art with large cleavers. `` 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 hand pistol to her father and loaded another pistol. His founding father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning following to the room access and got ready to fight 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 solid ground twisting it making sure to vote down the bandit. When a pistol stab smashed right into his fathers skull. The brigand charged past the door and got a belly full of buck shot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their floor as their mother dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree argumentation barely able-bodied to get out the rocks and tree roots that jut out of the terra firma as they walked around the village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fire was now raging in the middle of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The phone of expiry, rape, and universal mayhem surrounded the kinfolk well past the village as survivor tried to take flight from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on hogback. Now thick in the woods near the main trade wind route to the west the family layed low hoping to obviate the bandit. The sounds of bandit rider charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the small town was done for and the nearest Greenwich Village was Lowton a undecomposed days walk from where they are both the young children wo n't be capable to pull in the tenacious base on balls through the wood and past the river.

'' Listen here small fry stay close to each other. mammy going to get help Charisa stay with your buddy do n't let him out of your peck. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavity under a expectant tree marking it with a hybridizing of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear closed chain so the female parent Goddess can keep an eye on over her nipper as she tried to reach it to Lowton and back with men to motor the bandit off.

The minute ticked away and the belief like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to glint out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with avail. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in type of it being brigand. Only to be grabbed by a rather grandiloquent and smelly brigand along with another brigand on horseback as he kept spotter over his comrade.

'' calculate what we have here. Must 've missed all the activeness hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair's-breadth like a prized rabbit fresh from a Richard Morris Hunt. `` What 's your name young one ? ''

'' She does n't attend that new to my eye. '' Said the brigand on horseback as he ogled her body with a lustful look on his facial expression.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his optic also wondered over his elder sister 's tight Edward Young organic structure.

The youthful brother came charging out of the tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his babe only to be kicked away like a vulgar mongrel by the much prominent stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. might be Charles Frederick Worth something to a slave trader do n't you remember ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other brigand looking at the young boy holding the bit where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her belt and shot the brigand holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprise as his head wiped back from the branding iron nut impact.

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

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

The new brother now was left completely alone with this creature of a man. He looked for anything he could use to support himself. He spotted a expectant thick Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch and struggled to pick it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to lift the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one slave is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his cavalry closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might have to anguish you like I did to your little Quaker there. ''

The younger brother managed to pluck up the arm and swing it at the Equus caballus as he balanced himself on the lump of his feet using all his strength to swing the grievous branch into the horses chest. This caused the horse to hitch wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The Thomas Young brother picked up his branch and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and keep hitting the bandits header until he heard the skull offer and the bandit stopped breathing.

The Whitney 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 steering he thought his mother went in the Hope to run into her.

The stranger day dream was broken up by a uncanny cry. He lifted his head and waited for the auditory sensation again. This fourth dimension he heard it loud and crystalize it was a wild boar screech and heading right-hand 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 human foot tall Sus scrofa looking right up at him his tusk shrewd as any blade with purple eyes a clear sign that the wild boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the Sus scrofa has decided to wait for him to arrive down. The stranger 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 head he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree diagram bark. Then three quick flashgun of silver came out of the George Herbert Walker Bush on the opposite side of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in botheration. The alien peeked down seeing the ostentation of silver gray were in fact arrow that were shot into the wild boar side just in fourth dimension to see two throwing blades be flung at the boar but miss hitting the tree diagram proboscis instead. The boar charged at the President George W. Bush, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the scrub and smacked the terra firma repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the unknown saw she wore a night green shirt with pie-eyed brown pants and rugged leather boots. The elf woman came down with the faculty slamming the wild boar head making a meretricious thunk dissonance Echo in the still of the dark air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf charwoman says in a Ortanish elf accent mark. `` Think twice before you succumb to the compliments of the darkness virtuoso ! ''

The whole view was quite uproarious to the unknown as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept quiesce wondering just how the elf woman might subjugate the wild hexted boar.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her stave pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the deity in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to outwit the wild boar with her staff to no help 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 Sus scrofa hitting it on the spliff of the shoulder leaf blade causing it to slow down significantly. The wild boar squealed in painful sensation and went to charge again this time the charge is much more otiose thanks to the leaf blade driving itself ever deeply with every step it takes.

The elf charwoman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger blade in her hand. `` I will now have you to die you brassy blaspher of good boars ! '' With a dive towards the boar the elf woman managed to drive the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in painful sensation. The elf fair sex rolled on the ground and realized her vane was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her sword embeded into the Sus scrofa and her wooden stave left behind the Sus scrofa she was now essentially unarm. She tried to reach for a pointer in her quiver when she saw the Sus scrofa twist and charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the globe to suffer having the departure of such a shady elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his side and jumped down from the branch.

The tone-beginning was a surprise to the elf woman and the wild boar as he manage to kill the hexted Sus scrofa by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf charwoman gasped once she saw the man pour down the hexted boar in one vacillation.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her amazement for the solid human which was brusque lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the boars skull.

'' darn beast let my axe loose ! '' The unknown mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the boar carcass.

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by right field. '' The elf adult female says as she steps around the abruptly Sus scrofa and picks up her staff.

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

'' I hunted this fauna for two nighttime. Lost half my frisson looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of stagnant hexted sum ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the Sus scrofa with her staff to make sure it 's abruptly.

'' plentitude like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this brute and wounded it you can contract whatever meats you desire. Then since I did belt down it saving your life mind you I 'll observe the residual. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe absolve sending touch of blood flying from the boars skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the showtime time. Her face thin, but not gaunt with a little heart shaped nose blue eyes with small sprinkles of Orange River in them. Her tiptop tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright brown tomentum covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the unknown of the Southern champaign elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf idiom from the midland.

The elf woman gave the half enough deal a opinion and agreed. `` fine, but lay off looking at me like that. ``

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

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

'' Yes. I swear on the firedrake. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a swindle after all he did keep open her life story.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have null, but rotted heart to eat. '' The unknown says a bit pestered that the elf would n't take his parole the foremost time.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcase open and pull out the lively electric organ. first the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the psyche which was much easier to study as the human axe made a courteous even split on the wild boar skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would lead me with null but the bones and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcase with the sign of Galvalis the female parent of light-headed then pouring purification salts over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The soundbox shimmered a undimmed glow then the smell of everlasting white roses wafts in the air as the Sus scrofa carcase shrinks down back to it 's normal size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't wait like a monk of the E or a holy priest. Where did you get wind magic from ? '' The elf cleaning lady asked as she stared at the blessed carcase.

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

The elf char thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a disgraced military general who used cruel and inhumane method on the battlefield and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit power after yr of failure as a brigand Riley B King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting goose egg, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualties to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past times. ''

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

'' Oh I see. Well I work for Grace the herb doctor back in Knotsvill. She can establish a prophesier drink for you to help in your hunting. She would be glad to assist. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the unknown 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 make it easier to carry then chopping the heart and soul into minuscule art object or carrying the hunk of meat in handwriting. '' The alien says as he rolls the carcase into the net. Gordon did n't mention the huntsman was an elf woman then again his relinquish thinking personal manner of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd bang to, but I don't make a habit of following cleaning lady with random hexted wild boar reed organ into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in complete seriousness that made the unknown chuckle at her naivete.

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

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

'' My figure is Buck. Buck Talvers. ''