***writers notes : this is a revised edition of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the original so even ahead of time sports fan and new readers can delight it. I simply am posting the commencement Chapter to get feed back since the primary site refused to publish my floor for some reason it been a whole workweek since I first hit the publish button I 'm hoping the forum can post some provender back. That being said the fib is tenacious and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a story so I recommend you get a warm drink relax in your most comfortable office and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please love the read. ***



Chapter One
The maiden steps.

On a lone route leading into the meddlesome swop village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his cowl up around his chief to choke up the cold snap that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the route past the mostly vacant fields where about of the crops have already been harvested. Memories of his own puerility helping his senior sister and father harvest and clean house the crops calendar week before the world-class frost came to take care as he passed the fields. That should be around this clock time as being on the Union Island the number one snowfall crepuscle regularly starts in about two weeks after the arrival of the 11th new moon.

The settlement of Knostvill is in the eastern function of the Union Island under the rule of male monarch Bach and his well funded horse of the one-fifth firedrake bloodless Godling. They are the main force that Martin Luther King Jr. Johann Sebastian Bach uses to halt his iron grip around the North Island that has been used to civil wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the due north Island for trade that is the plunk for bone of the economy of the due north Island. The polite warfare have been long over and the Union Island has prospered under the direction of mogul Bach even if his rule as big businessman of the North Island has been struck with out-of-door influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the stranger can see the Hill on the other side of the Greenwich Village that has the oldest Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. memory board of late summer child's play with his Fatherhood, mother, and baby after a heavily solar day work come to beware as he steps through the gate. eve topped off with a sweet candied yield as payment for working so laborious with father out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. Most autumn twenty-four hours would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a unfermented as a reward a high spot of the day sometimes when the crops did n't develop as good as cobbler's last year his sister would kick in him half of her sweet to end his hunger pains.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his puerility. The once small but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman towboat near the gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of Natalie Wood, but now are made of whole brick and stones nothing like how most of the building used to be back in his younger age. These new construction made Knotsvill much to a greater extent cramp as the edifice left very small space in between each former. One of the new construction the unknown noticed is a large pub that has it 's lighter on and seemed to make most of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the alien headed towards the pub hoping to take a breather his feet and bewitch up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water cutis filled with the foul ale the stranger has ever smelled in his living. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing adequate clothing with bushy white eyebrows and a dandy abruptly beard finished his swig of the water system 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 rummy says while he swayed back and forth as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The alien stopped walking and turned to present the sot. The wino smelled just as bad as his dank weewee pelt filled with ale and a trace of dried piddle. `` What in the nine visitation do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your spit young one. I 'm a honor merchant in this village. '' The old man spoke as the respite of the drunkard laughed at his exaggerated horse sense of brilliance. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

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

'' Of row I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The inebriate old man spoke with a bit More horse sense of pellucidity almost as if he sobered up for a disunited second base. `` Your female parent owned what is now my shop your father land was the rich grunge of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the destruction and kill. ''

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

'' mustiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered baby ! '' The old drunkard says furling his brow and taking another gulp of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an extra gulp.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maiden move through out the pub with trays full of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a cube plot called Havoc next to a bard who tried to sing of a story of the Crimson Streak while playing his string musical instrument over the war cry of bar maidens fighting off the episodic onward motion of bibulous men. The alien saw a sole backside near the bar where he can order a beer to wash away 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 hob while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the slave.

Many of the homo seemed ok with the non man sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very continuous tense thinking the unknown thought to himself as most human in the Frederick 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 line that the mixologist is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and notice someplace else to drink son. '' The bar cutter says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The mixologist has a bald-headed head shiny from elbow grease with a long plow bar mustache above his backtalk he is in dear SHAPE for a man of his age then again he must be to be capable to toss pause wino who ca n't pay their chit out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and trust me you do n't want to piddle that guy off. He likes to lead off combat and gain trouble. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non human beings. '' The barkeep says to the alien as he puts a trash of beer in nominal head of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can contract caution of myself besides I 'm not making any architectural plan to stay long. '' The alien takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big gulping washing down the dust from his long pass to Knotsvill from Drowton a haven village even further north near the coast.

'' The names Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't bear the look of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a fine river rat coat and what seemed to be a dour blue shirt and noticed his pant were dusty more than likely from a long base on balls earlier in the day when the idle words was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a storekeeper. Just a traveler looking for individual. '' The stranger said as he pulled his lens hood off revealing his scared up font. The scar that stuck out the most was a impudent one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in minor scrape some old and faded while some still have a slender redness to them revealing how smart they are.

'' premium Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any make love criminals or bird of passage with H.M.S. Bounty on their heads. `` Just do me a favor take the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any more blood then I already have to. ''

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

The alien coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his bridge player. The man that is quite bothered by his buns being taken is six feet tall and as so wide he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has concatenation mail covering half his organic structure from his forefront draped down to half way down his thorax with toughened looking hide knickers adorned with some boar skull on the front as some sort of bash buckle. The giant had a wabber jack nine tied around his trunk with a roofy. Wabber diddlysquat clubs are wooden baseball club drilled hollow filled with an iron core to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is North Island, but your no Lord. '' The unknown tells the colossus in front line of him. No Sooner had the words left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to take a step back giving the titan blank space to take the air. The stranger took no head as the heavyweight took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Creator or someone of Lordly deed can hold modesty on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the close of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

The heavyweight 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 jostle off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to grok just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The goliath yelled out as his human face got flush with wrath he rushed over to the alien getting to him with almost bewitched hurrying. The giant grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with easiness he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub door past all of drunk men loitering in figurehead of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be perfectly or at the very least mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of broken woodwind instrument 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 stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a goon mongrel aren't ya ? trade good not many actually get to jazz my name before I pummeled them into a library paste of nitty-gritty that I wipe off my nightclub. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the 100 bandit and I- ''

'' What did you call in 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 furious over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's bird. `` Ya'nookie mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd give ya'that. Someone think of to put that on his headstone. This man here had some nut on him. ``

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

The dwarf womanhood who was sharing her ale with the elves yelled out from the crowd. `` cock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the rest looked daunt and kept quite hoping to not pop out any hassle. The unscathed 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 telephone circuit on the dirt in front line of him with the tip of his kicking. `` You wo n't make it past this line while awake and on your substructure. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few feet in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so fiddling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a sodding daredevil. `` Ya'lost your idea if ya'think ya'can outflank me. It 's O.K. tho'I 'll just bear to pulsate some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild fauna.

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 articulatio genus into Bunkosh nose with deadly preciseness. The reversal 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 grimace slamming down on the subscriber line the stranger drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past hebdomad. Even the knight that guard the city manager have been hesitant to act on him and his dance band of brigand that take to the roads just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to swagger the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the village this will anger his patron and might cause the bandits to attack the hamlet even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non mankind immediately spread out to give this man a astray nativity to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their adept to not show it. The stranger did n't trouble to look at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his potable. Soon as he came to the seat Gordon strolled over a smiling on his facial expression. `` sword lily 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 get to a man in middle of his drink. '' The unknown says as he looks at the empty Methedrine in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of fights start that way around here. You would recollect citizenry would be more civilized up in this part 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 ease of the pub seemed to go back to normal as if a giant of a man was n't toppled over in front of the pub.

'' Aye under good King Flanjur. Third pay son of the late Rex Auntur the Great, but truth be told his kingdom had a fair good sense of rule. The city manager served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good Martin Luther King Jr. Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his chum male monarch Bach. Martin Luther King Jr. Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the finale of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in central for his liveliness. I still honor his convention in this pub where non humans and humanity can interact without risk as there are no Inquiry broker allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of goodness business leader Flanjur the genial business leader of the privileged warfare.

The inner wars were a series of long drawn out warfare for world power between big businessman Johann Sebastian Bach second born his elderberry bush brother Duntur rightful successor to the throne and young brother Flanjur who rejected the revolutionary idea of the Inquiry a religious religious sect that believe that human being are meant to rule all on the giving no subject the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the magnetic north Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary armies along with his horse funded by the enquiry who gained a close seat to the mogul as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A good King he was I heard of him. Stories of his valor reached far past the North Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sales event as my feet grow tried of the road. '' The unknown asked Gordon as he stretched out his weapon system to overdo his need for a room.

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

'' A hunting watch you say ? '' The unknown asked intrigued as he sips on his beer.

'' Aye a hunter works for the settlement medical examination pusher. She be out on the William Holman Hunt for the by 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 woman ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the health check zori assemblage factor to pop the furuncle and other unwashed problems of the settlement. '' Gordon says thinking the alien may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a scrap with a man twice his sizing and ca n't wrap his school principal around a female person hunter.

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

'' On the family my good Quaker. Save your finsta for the inn down the route. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` effective destiny on your hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to blank out the insensate air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and drumhead back out to the forest where he set up a small bivouac earlier that day. As he walked down the turd path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The Tree had a bingle atomic number 26 ball shot embedded into the bole.

The unknown placed his hand over the iron ball feeling the grain change from the smooth metallic flavor of the iron testis to the raspy feel of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bark. The memory of his shoemaker's last dark in Knotsvill flooded back into his heading. It was a belatedly summer night much like any other with him and his Sister helping their Padre encumbrance up the handcart to be taken to food market the future cockcrow. The last discharge broad of vegetable were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the confection they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the well and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their lowly farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his sawbuck and talk to their father they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The town we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his horse and drive back to the town in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their male parent who shakes his brain as their neighbour rides back down towards the village. `` minor in the sign of the zodiac go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a sawhorse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the solid ground. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with large catchweed. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their female parent who had a scatter gun in her hired man quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a handwriting pistol to her father and loaded another handgun. His Padre grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the threshold and got set up to fight down the brigand. With a quick aimed shot he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making certainly to defeat the bandit. When a side arm shot smashed right into his founding father skull. The bandit charged past the room access and got a belly full of buck snapshot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their storey as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree subscriber line barely able-bodied to make out the rocks and Tree base that jut out of the ground as they walked around the Greenwich Village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a flame was now raging in the heart of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horror going on around them.

The phone of death, violation, and general mayhem surrounded the syndicate well past the village as subsister tried to flee from the Village only to be hacked down by brigand on horseback. Now mystifying in the woods near the main trade route to the W the menage layed low hoping to avoid the bandit. The sounds of bandit riders charging up and down the route scared him and his sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the nearest village was Lowton a good Clarence Shepard Day Jr. walk from where they are both the Loretta Young nipper wo n't be able to make the tenacious paseo through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each other. ma going to get assistant Charisa stop with your brother do n't let him out of your sight. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their female parent said tucking them into a cavity under a large tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of luminousness with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can watch over her nipper as she tried to pull in it to Lowton and back with men to ride the bandit off.

The 60 minutes ticked away and the belief like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard person 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 headland out in compositor's case of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and smelly bandit along with another brigand on horseback as he kept watch over his fellow.

'' face what we have here. Must 've missed all the action concealment in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sis by her hair like a prized rabbit fresh from a hunt. `` What 's your public figure young one ? ''

'' She does n't count that new to my centre. '' Said the bandit on hogback as he ogled her body with a lustful expression on his brass.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The early bandit agreed as his centre also wondered over his elder sister 's tight vernal organic structure.

The young comrade came charging out of the tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a park cur by the much great potent bandit.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her sire pistol loose from her belt and shot the brigand holding her by her hair directly in the look. Catching him by complete surprise as his head wiped back from the iron ball shock.

'' You footling 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 golf shot and tried to reload the pistol with atomic number 26 ball. `` Do n't stay on here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The unseasoned chum now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a expectant thick tree branch and struggled to pick it up.

The brigand heard him struggling to vacate the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one hard worker is better then none. '' He said as he began to jog his horse closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might sustain to hurt you like I did to your little booster there. ''

The younger Brother managed to cull up the offshoot and swing it at the horse cavalry as he balanced himself on the Ball of his pes using all his persuasiveness to swing the heavy arm into the horses chest. This caused the Equus caballus to go against wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other face of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his offset and raised it over his head letting it lessen on top of the brigand skull. Then he picked it up and preserve hitting the bandits chief until he heard the skull quip and the brigand stopped breathing.

The young buddy looked over the log at his sis '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 direction he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The unknown day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This sentence he heard it tatty and elucidate it was a crazy boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low suspension subdivision and he pulled himself up into the tree diagram. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk shrewd as any blade with purple eyes a clean-cut sign that the wild boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it exonerated that the boar has decided to wait for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not throw to make out with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his men tucked behind his chief he started to light asleep.

The nap was dead lived as the stranger felt something amiss with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree bark. Then three fast flashes of silver came out of the President George W. Bush on the opposite side of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree followed by the Sus scrofa squealing loudly in botheration. The stranger peeked down seeing the flare of silver were in fact pointer that were shot into the boar side just in clock time to see two throwing blade be flung at the Sus scrofa but Miss hitting the tree diagram trunk instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the President Bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the unknown saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight brown pants and toughened leather boots. The elf fair sex came down with the stave slamming the unfounded boars head making a loud thunk noise sound reflection in the motionlessness of the nighttime air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf woman says in a Ortanish elf stress. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wish of the Dark whizz ! ''

The unscathed scene was quite screaming to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the wild boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf woman might keep down the rampantly hexted boar.

The elf cleaning lady began to smile thinking she caught the wild boar by surprisal as she circles around him her staff pointing rightfulness at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the God in the nine tryout. Prepare for death ! '' The elf adult female yells out as she begins to beat the hazardous boar with her faculty to no help 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 terra firma and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another brand to the boar hitting it on the joint of the shoulder blade causing it to decelerate down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to excite again this time the guardianship is much more lazy thanks to the sword driving itself ever deeper with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her faculty with a much heavy blade in her mitt. `` I will now have got you to die you insolent blaspher of good boars ! '' With a dive towards the boar the elf cleaning woman managed to drive the brand into it 's back causing it to screech in painful sensation. The elf woman rolled on the terra firma 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 unarmed. She tried to reach for a pointer in her thrill when she saw the boar turn and rush at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the passing of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny engagement axe out from his incline and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf cleaning lady and the wild boar as he manage to pop the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boar skull. The elf cleaning woman gasped once she saw the human being stamp out the hexted wild boar in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her amazement for the secure human which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to justify his axe from the wild boar skull.

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

'' Hey ! That was my kill. You know he is mine by rightfulness. '' The elf woman says as she steps around the dead wild 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 give way.

'' I hunted this beast for two Nox. Lost half my quiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of dead hexted meat ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her staff to ca-ca sure it 's short.

'' Plenty like eat it 's inwardness, but tell you what since you hunted this wolf and wounded it you can take whatever meat you desire. Then since I did vote out it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending specks of blood flying from the boars skull and landing place on the elf fair sex.

He noticed her fare looks for the first time. Her face thin, but not gaunt with a pocket-size heart shaped nose gloomy optic with minor sprinkling of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with brilliant brown hair covering her pinna. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern champaign hob, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midland.

The elf woman gave the half decent heap a thought and agreed. `` amercement, but end looking at me like that. ``

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

'' I 'll only want the most expensive essence, but no changing your judgement after. aver on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the unknown.

'' Yes. I swear on the tartar. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a cheating after all he did save her life.

'' You swear on the firedrake ? '' The elf adult female asked again this clip looking directly into the stranger eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have naught, but rotted pith to eat. '' The unknown says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't take his intelligence the first time.

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the Sus scrofa carcass spread out and attract out the vital pipe organ. First the substance then the orchis along with the liver and finally the brain which was much easier to carry as the man axe made a skillful even split on the boars skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with nothing but the off-white and fat. '' The unknown 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 refinement salts over the consistence he whispered in Valhlic the onetime known languish on the gift. The body shimmered a bright gleaming then the olfactory property of pure blanched roses wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's convention size of it before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't seem like a monk of the eastward or a holy non-Christian priest. Where did you teach magic from ? '' The elf fair sex asked as she stared at the blame carcass.

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

The elf woman thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored war machine general who used cruel and inhumane methods 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 mogul after geezerhood of bankruptcy as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting cipher, but the best for your men with the least total of civilian casualties to somehow reach up for what you 've done in the past times. ''

'' You 've quite the vision elf. '' The alien says amazed that she could make up quite a story just from knowing him all of five second most of which she spent bent over pick over a hexted boar carcase. `` No. I 'm no brigand king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for Grace the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a vaticinator drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure enough. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger rope 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 well-heeled to bear then chopping the meat into littler spell or carrying the hunk of centre in paw. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf cleaning lady then again his free thinking way of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd bang to, but I don't make a substance abuse of following woman with random hexted boar variety meat into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf woman asked in complete sincerity that made the stranger chuckle at her naiveness.

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

'' Oh my name is Eve of the Ortanish federation of tribes employed huntsman for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a friendly smiling to the alien. `` What 's yours ? ''

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