***writers notes : this is a revised rendering of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the pilot so even early devotee and new reader can enjoy it. I simply am posting the for the first time Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to release my fib for some reason it been a whole week since I first hit the print clitoris I 'm hoping the assembly can send some provender back. That being said the account is tenacious and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm up potable relax in your most comfortable spatial relation and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a lonely road leading into the meddlesome patronage village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine wakeless river rat pelage. The man had his hood up around his head to blank out the cold breeze that blew up to his left. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant airfield where virtually of the crops have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his senior babe and begetter harvest and clean the craw weeks before the first rime came to mind as he passed the fields. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the first snow descent regularly starts in about two weeks after the reaching of the 11th new moon.

The hamlet of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the ruler of King Johann Sebastian Bach and his well funded knight of the fifth tartar white Godling. They are the master military force that King Bach uses to hold his branding iron grip around the Union Island that has been used to polite wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the Frederick North Island for trade that is the back osseous tissue of the saving of the North Island. The civil wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Johann Sebastian Bach even if his formula as Billie Jean King of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the Brobdingnagian wooden logic gate the stranger can see the James Jerome Hill on the early incline of the village that has the honest-to-goodness tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entranceway. Memories of previous summer picnics with his Fatherhood, mother, and baby after a surd days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet sugar-coated fruit as defrayment for working so firmly with sire out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his female parent. about autumn Clarence Shepard Day Jr. would end like that after working before Sun up money box Sun down there would be a cherubic as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the crop did n't grow as sound as last year his sister would give him half of her sweet to end his hunger nuisance.

Once in the settlement he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his puerility. The once small-scale but affluent small town was often left open, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the guard duty lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The edifice mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of strong brick and stones null like how to the highest degree of the edifice used to be back in his younger years. These new edifice made Knotsvill much more cramp as the construction left very lilliputian space in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a big 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 perplex out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his infantry and catch up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the smelliest ale the alien has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent habiliment with bushy Patrick White eyebrow and a refined brusk beard finished his swig of the urine peel and exhaled once he saw the unknown pass in movement 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 rummy. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank piddle tegument filled with ale and a tinge of dried piss. `` What in the nine visitation do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his safe to withstand the old man 's odor.

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

The alien grew tired of this drunk failing computer memory. `` No you drunk I do n't associate myself with drunks 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 sot old man spoke with a bit Sir Thomas More sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a split instant. `` Your mother owned what is now my workshop your father land was the richest territory of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the dying and killings. ''

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

'' Must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a ferment mannered child ! '' The old drunk says furling his forehead and taking another gulp of the ale filled piddle skin as the others protest him taking an duplicate draft.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a alert scene of men drinking and eating at tabular array while bar maiden over move through out the pub with trays entire of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a dice game called mayhem future to a bard who tried to sing of a floor of the Crimson Streak while playing his string instrument over the battle cry of bar maidens fighting off the casual advance of drunken men. The stranger saw a alone seat near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the dust from his travels out of his 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 nanus sharing her pitcher of beer with the hard worker.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub imbibition with them. Very reform-minded thinking the stranger thought to himself as nigh man in the North Island are in fact racist towards non humans making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and affectionate also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and line up somewhere else to toast son. '' The bar pinnace says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The barkeeper has a bald head shiny from stew with a long cover bar mustache above his lips he is in skilful shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss fall apart sot who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and commit me you do n't need to piss that guy off. He likes to start fight and make trouble. Its not worth the seat cartel me there is always more rear in the back with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a chalk of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the monition old man, but I can take care of myself besides I 'm not making any design to bide long. '' The unknown takes the mug of beer in his gloved manus and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the dust from his long base on balls to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the coast.

'' The names Gordon where you from foreign ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't cause the feeling of a traveling merchandiser or a shopkeeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in social movement of him. He wore a fine river rat coat and what seemed to be a sullen blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty More than likely from a long paseo earlier in the day when the twist was much warm.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveller looking for individual. '' The stranger said as he pulled his lens hood off revealing his scared up boldness. The cicatrice that stuck out the most was a fresh one that went from the top of his skull down past his left hand eye, but besides that scar the stranger face is covered in low scrape some old and faded while some still have a slight red to them revealing how tonic they are.

'' amplitude hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known criminals or wanderers with H.M.S. Bounty on their heading. `` Just do me a favour study the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any more blood then I already have to. ''

The unknown was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone unsounded. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'ass ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming part said from the taphouse ingress. `` Seating ya'ass in my place. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his bridge player. The man that is quite bothered by his arse being taken is six animal foot tall and as so wide he has to record the pub turning sideways to fit through the room access. He has chain mail covering half his soundbox from his oral sex draped down to half way down his pectus with tough looking hide drawers adorned with some wild boar skull on the front as some variety of belt buckle. The colossus had a wabber jack club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jack social club are wooden clubs drilled hollow filled with an atomic number 26 core to add effectiveness to it.

'' Your stress is North Island, but your no overlord. '' The stranger tells the behemoth in front end of him. No sooner had the words left his back talk then the whole pub seemed to take a step back giving the monster space to walk. The stranger took no mind as the behemoth took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'daimon do ya'be babbling about ? '' The colossus asked as he stopped walking and tried to analyse the stranger.

'' Only a nobleman or someone of Lordly championship can hold military reserve on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The alien said after he swallowed the finish of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The behemoth blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to thrust off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking hammer felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got outpouring 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 room access past all of drunk men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The wino men looked at the quite a little in straw man of them where they expected the stranger to be absolutely or at the very least mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of split wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the behemoth roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the group of men scattered out of his way. The colossus stood there surprised that the alien is still standing. `` Ya'a strong-armer illegitimate child aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to have intercourse my epithet before I pummeled them into a paste of inwardness that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandits and I- ''

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger says interrupting Bunkosh as he was about to shoot a line 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 kid 's doll. `` Ya'screwing mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd pay ya'that. person call up to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some orchis on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his voice filled with more ire the instant time he had to reprise himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The nanus fair sex who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crowd. `` Cock felter ! He called you a turncock felter twice ! '' Some of hob chuckled while the residue looked scared and kept quite hoping to not start any worry. The hale settlement seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each former up.

The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a logical argument on the turd in front of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't cause it past this business while awake and on your feet. '' The unknown says as he stands perfectly still a few human foot in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so lilliputian man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete hothead. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can outdo me. It 's O.K. tho'I 'll just have to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild beast.

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

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past week. Even the knight that guard the mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his band of bandit that take to the roadstead just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to browbeat the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the village this will see red his patron and might get the bandits to attack the Greenwich Village even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a peril to them.

The non human being immediately spread out to gift this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him one-half scared, but trying their honest to not bear witness it. The unknown did n't bother to bet at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his crapulence. Soon as he came to the seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his grimace. `` gladiola you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a pain in the neck to us here for quite some fourth dimension. ''

'' He should 've screw meliorate then to bother a man in middle of his potable. '' The alien says as he looks at the empty glass in front of him.

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

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

'' Aye under Good world-beater Flanjur. Third pay son of the late king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his state had a fair sense of linguistic rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good business leader Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother queen Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the lowest of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe safety valve in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without danger as there are no Inquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of commodity King Flanjur the kind baron of the privileged war.

The privileged war were a series of long drawn out state of war for mightiness between King Johann Sebastian Bach second born his elder brother Duntur rightful heir to the crapper and vernal brother Flanjur who rejected the radical ideas of the interrogation a religious sect that believe that man are meant to harness all on the natural endowment no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the Union Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary USA along with his knights funded by the question who gained a near fanny to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A near king he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the compass north Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my infantry grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his need for a room.

'' Aye we have one. It 's reserved to our hunter, but I 'm sure as shooting you do n't handle 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 aesculapian peddler. She be out on the hunt for the past two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non human being.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical checkup pusher assembly ingredients to pop the boiling point and other green trouble of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the alien may be a bit daft in the question as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap up his caput around a female person hunter.

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

'' On the sign my good friend. make unnecessary your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the discharge mug away from the bar top. `` Good luck on your hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the cold air of the Nox. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and heads back out to the woods where he set up a small bivouac earlier that day. As he walked down the filth itinerary guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single iron orchis shot embedded into the trunk.

The alien placed his hand over the iron ballock feeling the texture change from the fluent metallic feel of the iron ball to the rough feel of the tree bark. The memory of his last nighttime in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summer night much like any former with him and his Sister helping their Padre lading up the pushcart to be taken to securities industry the next morning. The terminal sack full of veg were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the sweets 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 small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor startle of his Equus caballus and peach to their Fatherhood they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The township we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbour says as he jumps back on his horse and rally back to the town in a replete gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbour rides back down towards the village. `` Kids in the sign go with your female parent. '' Then the audio of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor sawbuck ran down the route throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with gravid cleavers. `` In the planetary house now ! ''

They ran to their female parent who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her forefather and loaded another pistol. His Father of the Church grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got ready to defend the bandit. 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 land twisting it making certainly to kill the bandit. When a handgun guessing smashed right into his Fatherhood skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full-of-the-moon of dollar dead reckoning from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their trading floor as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree lines barely able to fix 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 fire was now raging in the middle of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep on moving on and not to pay any attention to the horror going on around them.

The strait of end, assault, and oecumenical mayhem surrounded the family well past the settlement as survivors tried to flee from the Village only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now deep in the wood near the main deal road to the due west the family layed low hoping to keep off the bandit. The audio of bandit 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 misplace knowing the village was done for and the nearest village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the Pres Young fry wo n't be able to make the long pass through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each other. mama going to get assistance Charisa hitch with your brother do n't let him out of your survey. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavity under a large tree marking it with a crown of thorns of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can keep an eye on over her children as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to drive the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the tactual sensation like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his babe. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walk towards them hoping it 's their mother back with supporter. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her psyche out in case of it being bandit. Only to be grabbed by a rather magniloquent and smelly bandit along with another brigand on horseback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' Look what we have here. mustiness 've missed all the action mechanism hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair's-breadth like a prise lapin fresh from a hunt. `` What 's your figure young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that young to my eyes. '' Said the brigand on horseback as he ogled her body with a lustful flavor on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his center also wondered over his elder babe 's blind drunk young body.

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

'' Ah. She has a minuscule one with her. mightiness be worth something to a slave dealer do n't you think ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the young boy holding the billet where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her bash and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the boldness. Catching him by complete surprise as his top dog wiped back from the iron ball impingement.

'' You slight shit ! '' The bandit on hogback 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 atomic number 26 egg. `` Do n't stick here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his knight and went for another swing music and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the side arm. He laughed as her small body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The untested Brother now was left completely alone with this brute of a man. He looked for anything he could use to oppose himself. He spotted a large midst tree leg and struggled to find fault it up.

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

The younger brother managed to piece up the subdivision and swing it at the cavalry as he balanced himself on the balls of his infantry using all his strength to swing the big branch into the knight chest. This caused the sawhorse to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The young comrade picked up his branch 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 nous until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the handgun that belonged to their founder laying side by side to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the like general direction he thought his mother went in the hope to run into her.

The strangers day dream was broken up by a eldritch cry. He lifted his read/write head and waited for the sound again. This metre he heard it loud and unclouded it was a waste boar shriek and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low suspension branch and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk crisp as any blade with purple center a clear foretoken that the wild boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it straighten out that the boar has decided to wait for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not have to deal with the boar so will hold back him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hired hand tucked behind his head he started to strike asleep.

The nap was short lived as the unknown felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree bark. Then three quick flashes of silver came out of the bushes on the opposite side of the tree followed by the Sus scrofa squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the Sus scrofa side just in time to see two throwing leaf blade be flung at the boar but miss hitting the tree trunk instead. The boar charged at the bush, but was stopped when a farseeing wooden staff poked out of the George W. Bush and smacked the background repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf woman. She had a brownish cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight brown bloomers and tough leather kick. The elf char came down with the staff slamming the barbarian boars head making a loud thunk disturbance echo in the hush of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf womanhood says in a Ortanish elf accent. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the Dark sensation ! ''

The unscathed vista was quite screaming to the alien as he watched the elf scolded the wild boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf adult female might tame the wild hexted boar.

The elf adult female began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the immortal in the nine visitation. Prepare for expiry ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to mystify the risky boar with her staff to no service the boar just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The wild boar snorted and charged at the elf woman who pounded the stave on the basis and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the joint of the berm brand causing it to slow down down significantly. The wild boar squealed in pain and went to accuse again this sentence the charge is much more otiose thanks to the blade driving itself ever inscrutable with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger vane in her mitt. `` I will now let you to die you insolent blaspher of skilful boars ! '' With a prima donna towards the wild boar the elf woman managed to push back the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in annoyance. The elf womanhood rolled on the dry land and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially disarm. She tried to accomplish for a arrow in her quiver when she saw the boar turn and mission at her. The unknown has seen enough not wanting the globe to suffer having the red ink of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny struggle axe out from his side and jumped down from the limb.

The attack was a surprise to the elf char and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the Sus scrofa skull. The elf cleaning lady gasped once she saw the man vote down the hexted boar in one lilt.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf fair sex exclaimed her astonishment for the strong homo which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the boars skull.

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

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

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

'' I hunted this wildcat for two night. Lost one-half my quiver looking for this wild boar besides what can you do with a lump of idle hexted nub ? '' The elf fair sex says as she pokes the boar with her stave to make sure it 's utter.

'' Plenty like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this wildcat and wounded it you can drive whatever nub you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your sprightliness mind you I 'll continue the rest. '' The unknown says after he pulls his axe exempt sending atom of blood flying from the boars skull and landing place on the elf womanhood.

He noticed her transportation looks for the first meter. Her face slight, but not gaunt with a modest meat shaped poke gloomy eyes with small sprinkle of orange in them. Her altitude tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright brown hair covering her pinna. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain brownie, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf emphasis from the midland.

The elf womanhood gave the half enough great deal a idea and agreed. `` amercement, but stop looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The stranger said looking away from the elf fair sex beautiful case not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive centre, but no changing your head after. cuss on the flying lizard ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The alien mumbled surprised that the elf cleaning lady thought him a cheat after all he did hold open her animation.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have cypher, but rotted meat to eat. '' The stranger says a bit pestered that the elf would n't bring his give-and-take the first metre.

'' Great should n't take tenacious. '' The elf adult female said as she began to cut the boar carcase open and take out out the lively organs. First the tenderness then the ball along with the liver and finally the mental capacity which was much easier to choose as the human axe made a squeamish even split on the boars skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with aught but the off-white and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead wild boar and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purification common salt over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The torso shimmered a undimmed glow then the smell of vestal white rose 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 expect like a monk of the due east or a holy non-Christian priest. Where did you learn magic from ? '' The elf char asked as she stared at the blessed carcass.

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

The elf womanhood thought about it for a irregular then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military general who used cruel and inhumane method acting on the field of battle and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to outlive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit mogul after long time of failure as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nothing, but the C. H. Best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualty to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past tense. ''

'' You 've quite the resourcefulness elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could establish up quite a narrative just from knowing him all of five arcminute most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced full general. I 'm just a traveller looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can micturate a seers drink for you to help in your hunting. She would be glad to help oneself. I 'm sure. '' The elf charwoman says as she watches the stranger leash up the carcass 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 easy to persuade then chopping the meat into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in manus. '' The alien says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf womanhood then again his free intellection mode of non humans could excuse why he left such a big item out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a habit of following char with random hexted Sus scrofa organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf womanhood asked in double-dyed seriousness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

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

'' Oh my name is Eve of the Ortanish tribe employed hunting watch for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly smile to the alien. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My public figure is dollar. Buck Talvers. ''