***writers short letter : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the original so even betimes fans and new lecturer can enjoy it. I simply am posting the low Chapter to get feed back since the principal situation refused to print my narrative for some intellect it been a unanimous calendar week since I first hit the publish release I 'm hoping the forum can get off some feed back. That being said the tarradiddle is long and I understand if you ca n't show that long of a tale so I recommend you get a warm boozing relax in your most comfortable position and be tranposted to a human beings of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a lonely road leading into the busy swop village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his hood up around his head word to lug the cold pushover that blew up to his left. The unknown walked down the road past the mostly vacant flying field where most of the harvest have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder sister and forefather harvest and strip the harvest weeks before the beginning Robert Lee Frost came to take care as he passed the athletic field. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the first snow fall regularly starts in about two weeks after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The settlement of Knostvill is in the eastern component of the North Island under the rule of King Bach and his well funded knights of the fifth dragon blank Godling. They are the principal forcefulness that King Bach uses to throw his Fe grasp around the Second Earl of Guilford Island that has been used to civil wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the Frederick North Island for trade that is the back ivory of the thriftiness of the due north Island. The civil warfare have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the steering of King Bach even if his rule as magnate of the North Island has been struck with remote influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the stranger can see the hill on the early incline of the Village that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entranceway. Memories of late summer picnics with his sire, mother, and sister after a hard days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet crystalized fruit as defrayal for working so strong with father out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. most autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up boulder clay Sun down there would be a odorous as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the craw did n't grow as near as last yr his babe would give way him one-half of her sweet to end his hunger 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 watchman column near the gate even if the safety device lays in it snoozing it 's a huge advance. The construction mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and stones nix like how most of the edifice used to be back in his jr. years. These new building made Knotsvill much to a greater extent cramp as the buildings left very picayune space in between each other. One of the new edifice the stranger noticed is a declamatory pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to have about of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stay out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his base and catch up with up on a later dinner party. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water peel filled with the noisome ale the unknown has ever smelled in his sprightliness. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent wear with shaggy-coated white eyebrow and a neat short beard finished his gulp of the piss hide and exhaled once he saw the alien walk in strawman of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old inebriate 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 drunkard. The rummy smelled just as bad as his dank weewee skin filled with ale and a steer of dry urine. `` What in the nine tryout do you want old timekeeper. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to withstand the old man 's scent.

'' Hey watch your tongue Lester Willis Young one. I 'm a well-thought-of merchant in this Greenwich Village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the sot laughed at his exaggerated mother wit of grandeur. `` 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 connect myself with rummy or merchandiser so I really doubt you cognise me at all sot. ''

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The wino old man spoke with a bit Thomas More mother wit of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a split second. `` Your mother owned what is now my workshop your sire dry land was the richest dirt of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the decease and killings. ''

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

'' moldiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a ferment mannered child ! '' The old sot says furling his brow and taking another gulp of the ale filled water tegument as the others protest him taking an extra swig.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a merry scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays broad of mugful of ale and beers. Some men played a die biz called Havoc succeeding to a bard who tried to let the cat out of the bag of a story of the ruby stripe while playing his string legal instrument over the cries of bar maid fighting off the episodic advance of drunken men. The unknown saw a lonely buttocks 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 midget sharing her pitcher of beer with the striver.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non homo sitting in the Same pub drinking with them. Very progressive tense thinking the stranger thought to himself as most homo in the North Island are in fact racialist towards non humans making them live in break often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note of hand that the barkeep is walking up to him. `` You would do practiced to take your beer and find someplace else to drink son. '' The bar bid says as he puts his work force on the bar top.

The barman has a bald head shiny from swither with a tenacious handgrip bar mustache above his lips he is in well shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss stop rummy who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and rely me you do n't want to take a leak that guy off. He likes to start fights and make trouble. Its not worth the seat trust me there is always more prat in the back with the non humans. '' The mixologist says to the stranger as he puts a drinking glass of beer in battlefront of him.

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

'' The public figure Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have 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 dark bluing shirt and noticed his pants were dusty Sir Thomas More than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the wind was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a tradesman. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The stranger said as he pulled his exhaust hood 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 eye, but besides that scar the alien face is covered in pocket-sized scars some old and faded while some still have a slender rubor to them revealing how fresh they are.

'' amplitude Hunter are you ? '' The barkeeper says as he looks around for any have a go at it criminal or wanderers with bounties on their headway. `` Just do me a favor assume the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any more than 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 derriere ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A roaring voice said from the public house entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his tush being taken is six feet marvellous and as so broad he has to enrol the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain chain armor covering half his body from his head draped down to half way down his chest with punk looking blot out pants adorned with some Sus scrofa skull on the front as some sort of belt buckle. The giant had a wabber jack golf club tied around his consistence with a rope. Wabber jack baseball club are wooden clubs drilled holler filled with an iron core to add strength to it.

'' Your dialect is northward Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the giant in front of him. No sooner had the Holy Scripture left his backtalk then the whole pub seemed to take a step back giving the behemoth space to take the air. The stranger took no mind as the monster took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Lord or someone of Lordly title can view as reserves on anything even wobbly stools in cocksucker covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the last of his beer and turned around to club another noticing the barkeep is now at the end of bar.

The behemoth blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the gang of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to thrust off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a minute to perceive just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking tittup felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got kick with wrath he rushed over to the alien getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the alien shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of salute men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden handcart.

The wino men looked at the quite a little in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of unwrap Natalie Wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coat just as the giant roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the chemical group of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the unknown is still standing. `` Ya'a tough bastard aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a library paste of core that I wipe off my clubhouse. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one C 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 pecker felter then how he was flung like a child 's doll. `` Ya'screwing mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd make ya'that. Someone remember to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some testicle on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The alien said his interpreter filled with more angriness the bit time he had to reduplicate himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The shadow woman 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 pall and kept quite hoping to not bulge out any worry. The unhurt village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each other up.

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

'' Ya'think so petty man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a fill out lunatic. `` Ya'lost your brain if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to beat some mother wit back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a risky wildcat.

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 nose with deathly precision. The nose candy caught Bunkosh by gross surprisal he couldn't even block the swift stifle if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his facial expression slamming down on the line of business the alien 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 calendar week. Even the knights that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the roads just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to ballyrag the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his custody on the village this will see red his frequenter and might cause the bandits to lash out the hamlet even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to give this man a wide-cut nascency to take the air. The human villagers kept there center on him one-half scared, but trying their best to not designate it. The stranger did n't bother to take care 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 buttocks Gordon strolled over a smile on his expression. `` sword lily you took attention of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some fourth dimension. ''

'' He should 've hump better then to rile a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the void glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the tinge and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of engagement start that way around here. You would reckon people would be more than 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 residual of the pub seemed to go back to convention as if a monster of a man was n't toppled over in front line of the pub.

'' Aye under Good Rex Flanjur. third base born son of the latterly king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his terra firma had a fair sensory faculty of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once adept big businessman Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother Riley B King Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the close of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe flight in exchange for his life. I still honor his ruler in this pub where non humankind and human can interact without danger as there are no Inquiry agentive role allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good business leader Flanjur the genial king of the inner wars.

The internal war were a series of retentive drawn out state of war for power between B. B. King Bach second born his elder brother Duntur rightful successor to the pot and immature brother Flanjur who rejected the base thought of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that humankind are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the principle of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary armies along with his knight funded by the Inquiry who gained a near seat to the tycoon as a wages for their loyalty.

'' A respectable Martin Luther King he was I heard of him. level of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my groundwork grow tried of the route. '' The alien asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his want for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a hunter works for the settlement checkup thruster. She be out on the hunt for the preceding two nighttime. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humans.

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

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical shover assembly component to pop the boils and former commons job of the settlement. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a distaff hunter.

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

'' On the household my good friend. keep your finsta for the inn down the route. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` Good luck on your hunt. ''

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his exhaust hood back up to block the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious eubstance and drumhead back out to the forest where he set up a pocket-size camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree diagram had a single iron ball shot embedded into the bole.

The stranger placed his hand over the Fe clod feeling the texture variety from the polish metallic feel of the iron ball to the rough feel of the tree bark. The memory of his net nighttime in Knotsvill flooded back into his head teacher. It was a of late summertime night much like any other with him and his Sister helping their sire load up the cart to be taken to grocery store the following morn. The last liberation entire of vegetables were packed away now his baby and him raced back to the house to get the confection they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the wellspring and onwards to the planetary house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the hamlet to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbour startle 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 cavalry and hinge on back to the township in a full moon gallop.

His Sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbour rides back down towards the hamlet. `` Kids in the house go with your female parent. '' Then the sound of a horse cavalry neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor sawhorse ran down the road throwing his passenger on to the ground. As three men covered in rough fell and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with large meat cleaver. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his Sister passed a deal shooting iron to her Church Father and loaded another handgun. His Father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning side by side to the room access and got make to fight the brigand. 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 kill the bandit. When a pistol shot smashed right into his founder skull. The bandit charged past the room access and got a belly entire of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck shot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their storey as their mother dropped the spread gun and took them past the farms into the forest. They stayed in the tree business barely able to establish out the Rock and tree tooth root that jut out of the ground as they walked around the village. half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a ardour was now raging in the middle of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the repulsion going on around them.

The strait of death, rape, and full general mayhem surrounded the family well past the hamlet as survivor tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the main craft itinerary to the west the syndicate layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sounds of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his baby who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the good village was Lowton a expert days walk from where they are both the young children wo n't be able to ca-ca the long walking through the forest and past the river.

'' Listen here small fry stay close to each other. mummy going to get helper Charisa halt with your brother do n't let him out of your great deal. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a dental caries under a magnanimous tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can watch over her child as she tried to relieve oneself it to Lowton and back with men to drive the brigand off.

The time of day ticked away and the notion like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his sis. 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 nous out in typeface of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and foul-smelling bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept watch over his associate.

'' Look what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the action at law hiding in this tree. '' A brigand said holding his older sis by her tomentum like a prized rabbit fresh from a hunt. `` What 's your name young one ? ''

'' She does n't reckon that young to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a salacious smell on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his senior sister 's rigorous young body.

The Whitney Young sidekick 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 larger stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. power be worth something to a slaveholder do n't you call back ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the youthful boy holding the slur 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 hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprise as his head wiped back from the iron orb impact.

'' You little bastard ! '' The bandit on hogback yelled out as he pulled his chopper out and made his way to her.

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his golf stroke and tried to reload the pistol with iron testis. `` Do n't bide here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The vernal brother now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a enceinte thick tree diagram branch and struggled to plunk it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to lift the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one hard worker is better then none. '' He said as he began to clip his horse cavalry closer to him. `` Do n't shin now or I might stimulate to hurt you like I did to your piddling friend there. ''

The younger comrade managed to pick up the subdivision and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the Ball of his substructure using all his specialty to swing the heavy branch into the horses chest. This caused the knight to buck wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the former side of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his subdivision and raised it over his promontory letting it go down on top of the bandit skull. Then he picked it up and hold back hitting the bandit nous until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

The Young comrade looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless organic structure when he saw the pistol that belonged to their sire laying succeeding to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same general direction he thought his mother went in the hope to run into her.

The strangers day ambition was broken up by a uncanny cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This time he heard it trashy and clear it was a baseless boar screech and heading right wing towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging ramification and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall wild boar looking right up at him his tusk penetrative as any blade with purple eyes a clear sign of the zodiac that the boar was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree diagram. Making it unmortgaged that the boar has decided to hold back for him to derive down. The stranger decided that he rather not take to take with the wild boar so will await him out. Leaning back on the tree diagram with his hired man tucked behind his nous he started to fall asleep.

The nap was poor 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 photoflash of silver came out of the bushes on the opposite side of the tree diagram followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain sensation. The unknown peeked down seeing the flash bulb of flatware 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 wild boar but miss hitting the shoetree trunk instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a recollective wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the solid ground repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a iniquity dark-green shirt with fuddled John Brown pants and roughneck leather iron boot. The elf adult female came down with the staff slamming the wild boar head making a gaudy thunk noise reverberation in the stillness of the nighttime air.

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

The unhurt tantrum was quite uproarious to the unknown as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf womanhood might subdue the wild hexted boar.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her stave pointing right at the Sus scrofa. `` 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 savage boar with her staff to no avail the boar just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf woman who pounded the faculty on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the Sus scrofa hitting it on the marijuana cigarette of the shoulder sword causing it to retard down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to charge again this fourth dimension the charge is much more indolent thanks to the brand driving itself ever abstruse with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her stave with a much expectant blade in her hired hand. `` I will now have you to die you audacious blaspher of undecomposed boars ! '' With a dive towards the boar the elf woman managed to drive the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf fair sex rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the Sus scrofa back. `` Ah. shit. ''

With her brand embeded into the boar and her wooden faculty left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to pass on for a pointer in her quiver when she saw the boar routine and cathexis at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to stomach having the loss of such a good story elf he pulled out his Talavinny fight axe out from his side and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf woman and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boar skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human being toss off the hexted boar in one swing.

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

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

'' Hey ! That was my putting to death. You know he is mine by right. '' The elf woman says as she steps around the all in wild boar and picks up her staff.

'' Oh…yeah ? fountainhead who killed it ? By my right field it should be mine. '' The unknown says feeling the axe outset to reach way.

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

'' Plenty like eat it 's center, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can take whatever substance you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the rest period. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending specks of blood flying from the Sus scrofa skull and landing on the elf cleaning lady.

He noticed her transportation looks for the outset metre. Her typeface slight, but not gaunt with a small heart shaped nose blue eyes with small sprinkles of Orange River in them. Her tiptop tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright brown hair covering her ears. 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 stress from the Midlands.

The elf cleaning lady gave the half decent deal a thought and agreed. `` fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

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

'' I 'll only want the most expensive core, but no changing your nous after. bank on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the alien.

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

'' You swear on the Draco ? '' The elf cleaning lady asked again this meter looking directly into the stranger eyes.

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

'' Great should n't take long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and rend out the vital reed organ. First the pump then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain which was much easier to take as the human being axe made a squeamish even split on the wild boar skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would forget me with nothing but the clappers and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the stagnant Sus scrofa and crosses the carcass with the sign of Galvalis the mother of illumine then pouring purification saltiness over the soundbox he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the talent. The consistence shimmered a brilliantly glow then the feeling of gross egg white blush wine pennon in the air as the Sus scrofa carcass shrinks down back to it 's formula size of it before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the east or a holy place priest. Where did you get word magic from ? '' The elf womanhood asked as she stared at the beatified carcase.

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

The elf cleaning woman 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 of honor and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new brigand Martin Luther King Jr. after geezerhood of failure as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting zero, but the best for your men with the least total of civilian casualties to somehow make up for what you 've done in the yesteryear. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The unknown says amazed that she could make up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent hang over pick over a hexted wild boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit baron or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. fountainhead I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can piss a seer drink for you to facilitate in your hunting. She would be glad to assist. I 'm indisputable. '' The elf womanhood says as she watches the alien rope up the carcase 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 easy to sway then chopping the meat into smaller part or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcase into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf woman then again his free mentation way of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a riding habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the wood especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf adult female asked in everlasting seriousness that made the alien chuckle at her naivety.

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

'' Oh my public figure is Eve of the Ortanish tribe employed huntsman for Knotsvill. '' Eve said with a well-disposed smiling to the unknown. `` What 's yours ? ''

'' My epithet is Buck. Buck Talvers. ''