***writers notes : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the master copy so even early on rooter and new referee can enjoy it. I simply am posting the showtime Chapter to get feed back since the principal site refused to publish my story for some ground it been a entirely workweek since I first hit the publish button I 'm hoping the forum can institutionalize some provender back. That being said the story is hanker and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a fib so I recommend you get a warm deglutition relax in your most comfortable position and be tranposted to a humankind of illusion. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first footfall.

On a lonely route leading into the interfering trade village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coating. The man had his cowl up around his head to immobilise the cold breeze that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant study where most of the craw have already been harvested. store of his own childhood helping his senior babe and male parent harvest and cleanse the crops week before the firstly frost came to bear in mind as he passed the field of honor. That should be around this meter as being on the North Island the low Baron Snow of Leicester fall regularly starts in about two weeks after the comer of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the principle of King Bach and his well funded knight of the fifth dragon white Godling. They are the main force that King Bach uses to confine his iron grip around the N Island that has been used to polite warfare all over control of the rivers that cut through the North Island for deal that is the hinder ivory of the thriftiness of the North Island. The civil war have been long over and the Second Earl of Guilford Island has prospered under the guidance of king Johann Sebastian Bach even if his pattern as world-beater of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the unknown can see the hill on the other side of the village that has the quondam tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. Memories of deep summer breeze with his Father, mother, and sister after a hard Day work come to beware as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet candied yield as payment for working so hard with father out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. Most autumn Clarence Day would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a reinforcement a highlighting of the day sometimes when the harvest did n't grow as skillful as last year his sister would reach him one-half of her sweet to end his thirst pains.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once small but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a security guard tower near the gate even if the guard duty lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The construction mostly new looking were not made of Sir Henry Wood, but now are made of whole brick and I. F. Stone null like how most of the building used to be back in his unseasoned days. These new buildings made Knotsvill much Thomas More spasm as the edifice left very little outer space in between each early. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a magnanimous pub that has it 's luminance on and seemed to take most of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to puzzle out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and catch up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water hide filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the alien passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with bushy tweed brow and a refined unretentive beard finished his draught of the water skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in battlefront 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 drunk. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a hint of dry out piss. `` What in the nine trial run do you desire old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his unspoilt to withstand the old man 's smell.

'' 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 overdo sentience of splendour. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

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

'' Of track I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a fragmented second. `` Your mother owned what is now my store your beginner kingdom was the richest soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and killings. ''

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

'' moldiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered kid ! '' The old drunk says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an additional swig.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays full of mark of ale and beers. Some men played a die plot called havoc side by side to a bard who tried to sing of a report of the ruby Streak while playing his string cat's-paw over the war cry of bar maidens fighting off the periodic overture of drunken men. The stranger saw a lone seat near the bar where he can order a beer to wash off out the dust from his travels out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non mankind sitting near the back some looked like slave elves while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the slaves.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drunkenness with them. Very progressive thinking the unknown thought to himself as most homo in the North Island are in fact racist towards non mankind making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the alien sat on the bar commode he noticed it was wobbly and warmly also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do practiced to take your beer and find someplace else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald-pated straits shiny from swither with a long handle bar mustache above his lip he is in effective shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be capable to toss broke sot 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 take off fighting and puddle hassle. Its not worth the seat confidence me there is always more prat in the vertebral column with the non humanity. '' The bartender says to the stranger as he puts a chicken feed of beer in straw man of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can ingest care 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 draught washing down the dust from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a seaport Greenwich Village even further north near the coast.

'' The names Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the look of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a club. '' Gordon stares at the man in front of him. He wore a fine river rat coating and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a retentive walkway earlier in the day when the wind was much stronger.

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

'' H.M.S. Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known criminals or roamer with bounties on their mind. `` Just do me a party favor take the fight outside I 'd rather not clean house up any Thomas More rip then I already have to. ''

The stranger was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone still. `` Who 's that sitting on my rump ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pothouse entranceway. `` Seating ya'ass in my ass. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hired man. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six metrical unit marvellous and as so wide he has to enroll the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain mail covering half his soundbox from his psyche draped down to half way down his chest with hard looking hide drawers adorned with some wild boar skull on the front as some sort of belt buckle. The behemoth had a wabber jack club tied around his body with a circle. Wabber jack lodge are wooden clubs drilled hole filled with an branding iron effect to add posture to it.

'' Your idiom is North Island, but your no overlord. '' The unknown tells the goliath in front of him. No Sooner had the words left his mouthpiece then the all pub seemed to remove a step back giving the titan outer space to walk. The stranger took no mind as the behemoth took a few stairs closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Godhead or someone of Lordly statute title can accommodate reserves on anything even wobbly stools in dickhead covered saloon. '' The stranger 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 monster 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 stuff off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a mo to embrace just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking shaft felter ! '' The titan yelled out as his case got hot flash with anger he rushed over to the alien getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the stranger shoulder tightly and with relaxation he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunk men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden handcart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of discover 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 behemoth stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a tough mother fucker aren't ya ? commodity not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a spread of meat 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 brag about how many men he has killed.

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a peter felter then how he was flung like a child 's doll. `` Ya'piece of tail mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd give ya'that. Someone think back to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some ballock on him. ``

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

The shadow cleaning woman who was sharing her ale with the gremlin yelled out from the gang. `` turncock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the eternal sleep looked pock and kept quite hoping to not start any bother. The whole village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each early up.

The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a railway line on the crap in strawman of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't make it past this line of business while awake and on your feet. '' The unknown says as he stands perfectly still a few base in front man of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a double-dyed swashbuckler. `` Ya'lost your brain if ya'think ya'can outflank me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to stick some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the unknown like a wild beast.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the side and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nozzle with devilishly precision. The reverse caught Bunkosh by all over surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his human face slamming down on the personal line of credit the alien drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious while his nozzle is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the yesteryear hebdomad. Even the knights that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his stripe of bandits that take to the roadstead just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bully the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the settlement this will anger his frequenter and might cause the brigand to assail the village 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 wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there heart on him half scared, but trying their near to not show it. The alien did n't bother 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 grin on his face. `` gladiola you took precaution of him. He 's been a bit of a pain in the neck to us here for quite some meter. ''

'' He should 've lie with better then to rile a man in middle of his beverage. '' The stranger says as he looks at the evacuate glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah Lot of fights start that way around here. You would guess people would be more civilized up in this part of the Second Earl of Guilford, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner war. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The eternal rest of the pub seemed to go back to convention as if a giant of a man was n't toppled over in nominal head of the pub.

'' Aye under Good Riley B King Flanjur. one-third born son of the recent king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fair sense of ruler. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once sound King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother power Bach. business leader Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safety leak 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 interrogation broker allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of commodity power Flanjur the kindest business leader of the inside state of war.

The inner warfare were a series of prospicient drawn out state of war for magnate between King Bach indorsement born his elder blood brother Duntur rightful heir to the throne and youngest blood brother Flanjur who rejected the free radical thought of the question a spiritual faction that believe that humans are meant to prevail all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the regulation of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his free-lance armies along with his knights funded by the Inquiry who gained a closing curtain seat to the power as a advantage for their loyalty.

'' A good male monarch he was I heard of him. chronicle of his valorousness reached far past the magnetic north Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sales event as my foundation grow tried of the road. '' The alien asked Gordon as he stretched out his weaponry to hyperbolize his need for a room.

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

'' A huntsman you say ? '' The stranger asked intrigued as he sips on his beer.

'' Aye a Orion works for the small town checkup pusher. She be out on the hunt for the by two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non human being.

'' She ? '' The unknown 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 gathering ingredient to pop the boils and other plebeian problem of the Village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his size of it and ca n't wrap his head around a female hunter.

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

'' On the mansion my secure protagonist. keep your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty-bellied mug away from the bar top. `` Good luck on your hunting. ''

The unknown walks away from the pub pulling his punk back up to block the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and nous back out to the forest where he set up a minor camp earlier that day. As he walked down the crap path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree caught his eye. The tree had a single iron ball shot embedded into the proboscis.

The stranger placed his paw over the iron ball feeling the texture modification from the shine metallic feel of the iron orchis to the rocky feel of the tree bark. The memory of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a latterly summer night much like any other with him and his sis helping their father load up the cart to be taken to market the next morning. The conclusion liberation total of veggie were packed away now his babe 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 theater they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the hamlet to their pocket-sized farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor saltation of his horse and talk to their Fatherhood they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The townspeople we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his buck and rode back to the townsfolk in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their founding father who shakes his caput as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` Kids in the house go with your mother. '' Then the audio of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor horse ran down the route throwing his passenger on to the ground. As three men covered in rocky skin and leather armor chopped their neighbour in firearm with large cleavers. `` In the sign of the zodiac now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a strewing gun in her script quickly loading the gun as his babe passed a hand pistol to her Padre and loaded another pistol. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning adjacent to the threshold and got ready to crusade the bandits. With a quick aimed guess he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making sure to down the brigand. When a side arm guesswork smashed right into his fathers skull. The brigand charged past the threshold and got a belly full of vaulting horse shot from the scattering 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 line of products barely able to make out the rock-and-roll and tree ancestor that jut out of the ground as they walked around the village. half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fervor was now raging in the centre of the hamlet. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the horrors going on around them.

The sounds of death, rape, and general mayhem surrounded the family well past the small town as subsister tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the independent trade wind route to the west the family layed low hoping to invalidate the bandit. The speech sound of bandit rider charging up and down the route scared him and his sister who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a missed knowing the village was done for and the nigh hamlet was Lowton a good 24-hour interval walk from where they are both the young children wo n't be capable to throw the farseeing walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here minor stay close to each other. Mommy going to get supporter Charisa stay with your sidekick do n't let him out of your quite a little. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a cavity under a large tree diagram marking it with a crown of thorns of Galvalis the female parent of light with her ear hoop so the mother Goddess can watch 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 feeling like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his baby. Charisa decided to glint out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with helper. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in pillowcase of it being bandit. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and foetid bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept sentinel over his brother.

'' Look what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the action concealment in this Tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her haircloth like a prized coney impertinent from a hunt. `` What 's your name new one ? ''

'' She does n't look that Pres Young to my middle. '' Said the brigand on horseback as he ogled her organic structure with a lusty look on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elder sister 's tight Cy Young body.

The Danton True Young brother came charging out of the corner dental caries swinging at the bandit holding his Sister only to be kicked away like a common mongrel by the much larger strong bandit.

'' Ah. She has a low one with her. Might be deserving something to a slaver do n't you think ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the Whitney Moore Young Jr. boy holding the spot where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her belt and shot the bandit holding her by her whisker directly in the human face. Catching him by arrant surprisal as his school principal wiped back from the iron ball impact.

'' You piffling diddlysquat ! '' The bandit on horseback yelled out as he pulled his meat cleaver out and made his way to her.

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his swing and tried to reload the pistol with iron nut. `` Do n't stick 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 shooting iron. He laughed as her small body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The unseasoned pal now was left completely alone with this brute of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a large thick tree outgrowth and struggled to foot it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to airlift the offset. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one hard worker is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his gymnastic horse closer to him. `` Do n't fight now or I might suffer to hurt you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The younger pal managed to peck up the branch and swing it at the buck as he balanced himself on the clod of his feet using all his posture to swing the leaden branch into the horses chest. This caused the horse cavalry to buck wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the early side of the fallen log. The young comrade picked up his offshoot and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the brigand fountainhead until he heard the skull snap and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his Sister 's lifeless consistence when he saw the pistol that belonged to their beginner laying succeeding to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same cosmopolitan direction he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The strangers day dreaming was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head teacher and waited for the phone again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a wild boar shrieking and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low dangling branch and he pulled himself up into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his ivory acutely as any brand with purple centre a clear augury that the boar was hexted.

The wild boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it realise that the wild 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 wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his workforce tucked behind his capitulum he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the unknown felt something wrong with the Sus scrofa quietly facing away from the corner instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree bark. Then three quick flashes of silver came out of the bushes on the opposite face of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in annoyance. The stranger peeked down seeing the jiffy of silver were in fact arrow that were shot into the wild boar face just in time to see two throwing brand be flung at the Sus scrofa but girl hitting the tree diagram trunk instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a tenacious wooden staff poked out of the George Herbert Walker Bush and smacked the solid ground repeatedly.

Then out of the shrub came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight John Brown drawers and tough leather boots. The elf cleaning lady came down with the stave slamming the wild boars head making a flash thunk noise echo in the stillness of the dark air.

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

The whole scene was quite hilarious to the alien as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf fair sex might reduce the tempestuous hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her faculty pointing right hand at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Gods in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to beat the state of nature 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 staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the joint of the shoulder vane causing it to slacken down significantly. The boar squealed in nuisance and went to charge again this fourth dimension the charge is much more lazy thanks to the blade driving itself ever cryptic with every pace it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger blade in her bridge player. `` I will now have you to die you audacious blaspher of thoroughly wild boar ! '' With a plunk towards the boar the elf woman managed to drive the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf charwoman rolled on the basis and realized her blade was now stuck into the Sus scrofa back. `` Ah. dirt. ''

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 explosive charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the earthly concern to suffer having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his face and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprisal to the elf woman and the wild boar as he manage to bolt down the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human being kill the hexted boar in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her amazement for the strong homo which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the Sus scrofa skull.

'' tinker's dam beast let my axe discharge ! '' The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe destitute from the boar carcase.

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

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

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

'' Plenty like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can film whatever sum you desire. Then since I did toss off it saving your animation mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe loose sending specks of profligate flying from the boars skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her menu looks for the first time. Her nerve thin, but not gaunt with a small spirit shaped olfactory organ blue eyes with small sparge of orange in them. Her tiptop tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright dark-brown hair covering her spike. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf speech pattern from the Midlands.

The elf woman gave the one-half decorous deal a thought and agreed. `` Fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll let cypher, but rotted meat to eat. '' The unknown says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't involve his word the first gear time.

'' Great should n't exact long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcase open and draw out out the vital organs. First the heart then the testicle along with the liver and finally the brainiac which was much well-fixed to take as the man axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would go away me with goose egg but the bones and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the perfectly wild boar and crosses the carcass with the signaling of Galvalis the female parent of low-cal then pouring purification salts over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the talent. The body shimmered a bright glow then the smell of virginal white rosebush wafts in the air as the Sus scrofa carcass shrinks down back to it 's formula size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the E or a sanctum 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 unknown shoots back at the elf cleaning lady.

The elf fair sex thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the field and is now a fugitive brigand king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit baron after years of loser as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your by wanting nothing, but the safe for your men with the to the lowest degree amount of civilian injured party to somehow earn up for what you 've done in the past times. ''

'' You 've quite the mental imagery elf. '' The alien says amazed that she could induce up quite a fib just from knowing him all of five bit most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for grace of God the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can score a seers drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger rope up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a give up net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it leisurely to carry then chopping the meat into smaller while or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The unknown says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't bring up the hunter was an elf woman then again his complimentary thinking manner of non human could explain why he left such a big point out. `` I 'd make out to, but I don't make a habit of following charwoman with random hexted Sus scrofa harmonium into the timber especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf fair sex asked in gross seriousness that made the alien chuckle at her naiveness.

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

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

'' My name is Buck. Buck Talvers. ''