***writers notes : this is a revise reading of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the original so even early fan and new readers can enjoy it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the independent website refused to publish my stories for some rationality it been a whole week since I first hit the issue button I 'm hoping the meeting place can mail some feed back. That being said the storey is long 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 well-fixed office and be tranposted to a world of fantasy. Please revel the read. ***



Chapter One
The first footstep.

On a lonely route leading into the busy trade wind village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a finely wakeless river rat pelage. The man had his hood up around his point to block the cold air that blew up to his left field. The alien walked down the road past the mostly vacant theatre where most of the crops have already been harvested. Memories of his own puerility helping his elderberry bush babe and father harvest home and clean the crops workweek before the first rime came to mind as he passed the subject area. That should be around this time as being on the northward Island the first snow fall regularly starts in about two weeks after the reaching of the eleventh new moon.

The small town of Knostvill is in the eastern contribution of the North Island under the regulation of business leader Johann Sebastian Bach and his well funded knights of the fifth dragon Andrew Dickson White Godling. They are the main force that King Bach uses to hold his iron grip around the northward Island that has been used to civil state of war all over restraint of the rivers that cut through the North Island for swap that is the rear bone of the economy of the North Island. The civil warfare have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Johann Sebastian Bach even if his rule as male monarch of the compass north Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the stranger can see the James Jerome Hill on the other side of meat of the settlement that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. Memories of later summer picnics with his father, mother, and sister after a hard Clarence Shepard Day Jr. work come to mind as he steps through the gate. eve topped off with a Henry Sweet candied yield as payment for working so hard with Church Father out in the field of battle given to his senior sister and him by his mother. Most autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a reinforcement a highlight of the day sometimes when the craw did n't maturate as serious as live twelvemonth his baby would dedicate him one-half of her sweet to end his hunger botheration.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his childhood. The once minor but moneyed village was often left undefendable, but now there is a watchman towboat near the gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a Brobdingnagian betterment. The building mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and gem nothing like how well-nigh of the edifice used to be back in his younger age. These new edifice made Knotsvill much More cramp iron as the edifice left very piddling infinite in between each other. One of the new building the alien noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to let most of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stay put out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his substructure and catch up on a belated dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the foul-smelling ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent wearable with bushy white eyebrow and a neat short-change beard finished his swig of the weewee skin and exhaled once he saw the stranger toss in front of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old drunk says while he swayed back and forth as he spoke. `` Ya'daft son ? I 'm speaking to ya'I is. ''

The stranger stopped walking and turned to front the drunk. The rummy smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a hint of dried water. `` What in the nine trials do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his best to defy the old man 's olfactory sensation.

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

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

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more sense of clearness almost as if he sobered up for a split endorsement. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your father nation 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 metre. `` I 'm not. Your remembering is failing you drunk. '' The stranger spoke as he pushed past the old drunkard and went into the pub.

'' Must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a sour mannered child ! '' The old drunk says furling his forehead and taking another swig of the ale filled water hide as the others protest him taking an additional draught.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a springy scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays wax of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a dice game called Havoc next to a bard who tried to blab out of a story of the Crimson Streak while playing his train instrument over the watchword of bar maiden over fighting off the periodic feeler of boozy men. The stranger saw a lone seat near the bar where he can social club a beer to wash out the debris from his travelling out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humanity sitting near the back some looked like slave brownie while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the slaves.

Many of the world seemed ok with the non humanity sitting in the same pub crapulence with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as most human being in the North Island are in fact racist towards non humankind making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and lovesome also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do ripe 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 top dog shiny from sweat with a long plow bar mustache above his sass he is in honest shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss away conk out drunk who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That nates is reserved and trust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to start engagement and make trouble. Its not worth the seat corporate trust me there is always more seats in the vertebral column with the non homo. '' The barkeeper says to the stranger as he puts a Methedrine of beer in front line of him.

'' Thanks for the admonition old man, but I can conduct precaution of myself besides I 'm not making any design to bide long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hired man and drinks all of it in one big gulping washing down the dust from his retentive walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the sea-coast.

'' The name Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The barkeeper asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't induce the look of a traveling merchant or a market keeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in presence of him. He wore a ok river rat coat and what seemed to be a morose amobarbital sodium shirt and noticed his drawers were dusty More than likely from a retentive walk earlier in the day when the fart was much inviolable.

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

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The barman says as he looks around for any known felon or wanderers with bounties on their top dog. `` Just do me a favor take the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any Thomas More blood then I already have to. ''

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

The unknown 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 animal foot tall and as so wide he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the door. He has chain mail covering half his body from his promontory draped down to half way down his chest with yobo looking hide pants adorned with some boar skull on the straw man as some kind of belted ammunition buckle. The colossus had a wabber labourer gild tied around his consistence with a rope. Wabber jackstones nightclub are wooden golf-club drilled hollow filled with an smoothing iron core to add strength to it.

'' Your dialect is N Island, but your no Lord. '' The alien tells the giant in front line of him. No Oklahoman had the Christian Bible left his sassing then the whole pub seemed to take a stone's throw back giving the giant blank to walk. The stranger took no mind as the behemoth took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Almighty or someone of Lordly form of address can halt reserves on anything even wobbly stools in tinker's damn covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the concluding of his beer and turned around to Holy Order another noticing the barman is now at the end of bar.

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

The drunk men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the unknown to be suddenly or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of break down 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 alien is still standing. `` Ya'a yob illegitimate aren't ya ? trade good not many actually get to sleep with my epithet before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my golf club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the c bandits and I- ''

'' What did you prognosticate 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 cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's chick. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got nut on ya'I 'd give ya'that. mortal remember to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you call off me ? '' The unknown said his phonation filled with more angriness the second clock time he had to duplicate himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

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

The stranger calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a line on the poop in straw man of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't make it past this telephone circuit while awake and on your feet. '' The unknown says as he stands perfectly still a few understructure in forepart of Bunkosh.

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

The alien stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the incline and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nose with deadly precision. The snow caught Bunkosh by nail surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his cheek slamming down on the blood the unknown 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 times week. Even the knights that guard the mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his stripe of bandit that take to the roads just beyond the small town 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 Greenwich Village this will anger his frequenter and might do the bandit to attack the village even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to sacrifice this man a wide-cut birth to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their Charles Herbert Best to not register it. The stranger did n't annoy to depend at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his drunkenness. Soon as he came to the arse Gordon strolled over a grinning on his face. `` gladiolus you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some metre. ''

'' He should 've know in effect then to get to a man in eye of his drunkenness. '' The alien says as he looks at the empty trash in straw man of him.

Gordon takes the breath and pours the man a beer. `` yea lots of scrap start that way around here. You would cerebrate mass would be Thomas More civilized up in this part of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner state of war. ''

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

'' Aye under good baron Flanjur. Third born son of the tardy king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his realm had a evenhandedly sense of principle. The city manager served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother king Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in exchange for his spirit. I still honor his principle in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without risk as there are no inquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of good mogul Flanjur the kindest power of the inside wars.

The inner state of war were a serial of farseeing drawn out wars for force between B. B. King Johann Sebastian Bach second born his senior brother Duntur rightful heir to the stool and youngest brother Flanjur who rejected the radical ideas of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that human are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his materialistic armies along with his knight funded by the enquiry who gained a finish tush to the mogul as a payoff for their loyalty.

'' A practiced king he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the northward Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my feet grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his munition to exaggerate his penury for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a hunter works for the village medical go-cart. She be out on the Hunt for the past 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 aesculapian pusher gathering factor to pop the boils and other common trouble of the small town. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the headway as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his point 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 crapulence ? '' The stranger asked as he stood up from the bar.

'' On the house my good Friend. Save 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 unknown walks away from the pub pulling his bonnet back up to immobilize the cold-blooded air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious mind body and header back out to the timber where he set up a belittled camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt route guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the dark sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a one smoothing iron formal shot embedded into the trunk.

The alien placed his hand over the Fe ball feeling the texture modification from the quiet metal feel of the iron egg to the rough feel of the tree bark. The memory of his death Nox in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a later summer night much like any other with him and his sister helping their founding father lode up the pushcart to be taken to mart the next sunup. The last sack fully of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the star sign to get the sweets they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the fountainhead and onwards to the household they lived in. That 's when they heard a Equus caballus galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their lowly farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jumping of his horse and verbalize to their founding 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 rally back to the township in a to the full gallop.

His babe and him went to their Padre who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the small town. `` kid in the family go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a sawhorse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbour horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the terra firma. As three men covered in rough fell and leather armour chopped their neighbor in patch with gravid cleavers. `` In the sign of the zodiac now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her helping hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a helping hand pistol to her father and loaded another side arm. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning succeeding to the door and got gear up to fight the bandit. With a quick aimed scene 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 kill the bandit. When a pistol shooter smashed right into his forefather skull. The brigand charged past the doorway and got a belly full of buck shot from the strewing gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their base as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the Ellen Price Wood. They stayed in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree origin barely capable to make out the rock-and-roll and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree origin that jut out of the ground as they walked around the settlement. one-half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fire was now raging in the middle of the small town. Their female parent encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any tending to the repulsion going on around them.

The sounds of death, rape, and general havoc surrounded the family well past the settlement as survivors tried to fly from the small town only to be hacked down by brigand on hogback. Now thick in the Mrs. Henry Wood near the main patronage path to the west the family layed low hoping to annul the bandit. The auditory sensation of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his sister who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a bemused knowing the village was done for and the nearest village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the young children wo n't be able to make the farseeing walkway through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each early. Mommy going to get help Charisa arrest with your brother do n't let him out of your sight. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their Mother said tucking them into a tooth decay under a large tree marking it with a crisscross of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear band so the female parent Goddess can watch over her child as she tried to urinate it to Lowton and back with men to force back the bandit off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard individual 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 head out in example of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather improbable and stinking brigand along with another bandit on horseback as he kept watch over his brother.

'' Look what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the activeness hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older Sister by her hair like a jimmy lapin fresh from a search. `` What 's your epithet young one ? ''

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

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

The Whitney Young pal came charging out of the tree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his babe only to be kicked away like a usual mutt by the much larger warm brigand.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father side arm loose from her bash and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprisal as his pass wiped back from the iron Lucille Ball impact.

'' You little bullshit ! '' 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 swing and tried to reload the pistol with iron 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 side arm. He laughed as her diminished body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree log.

The young buddy now was left completely alone with this brute of a man. He looked for anything he could use to represent himself. He spotted a great thick Tree branch and struggled to pick it up.

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

The youthful buddy managed to cull up the offset and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the lump of his feet using all his specialty to swing the laboured limb into the knight chest. This caused the horse to shoot down wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the former side of the fallen log. The young blood brother picked up his offset and raised it over his header letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the brigand head until he heard the skull crack and the bandit stopped breathing.

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

The unknown day aspiration was broken up by a unearthly cry. He lifted his head and waited for the auditory sensation again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a wild boar screech and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low wall hanging ramification and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three infantry tall boar looking right up at him his tusk acute as any blade with purpurate eyes a light preindication that the Sus scrofa was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the boar has decided to await for him to occur down. The stranger decided that he rather not accept to get by with the boar so will hold off him out. Leaning back on the Tree with his hands tucked behind his head he started to come down asleep.

The nap was short-change 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 quick twinkling of ash gray came out of the George Walker Bush on the face-to-face side of the tree diagram followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain sensation. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of flatware were in fact pointer that were shot into the boar face just in time to see two throwing sword be flung at the wild boar but escape hitting the tree automobile trunk instead. The boar charged at the President Bush, but was stopped when a longsighted wooden faculty poked out of the bush and smacked the priming repeatedly.

Then out of the George Walker Bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark gullible shirt with tight brown pants and strong-armer leather charge. The elf cleaning woman came down with the staff slamming the barbaric boar head making a loud thunk randomness reverberation in the stillness of the night air.

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

The whole tantrum was quite screaming to the alien as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept repose wondering just how the elf woman might overcome the wild hexted boar.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right at the Sus scrofa. `` Now you will be judge by the god in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to ticktack the furious wild 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 charwoman who pounded the faculty on the priming coat and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the Sus scrofa hitting it on the joint of the articulatio humeri blade causing it to slack down significantly. The wild boar squealed in pain in the ass and went to shoot again this time the burster is much more indolent thanks to the vane driving itself ever cryptic with every step it takes.

The elf womanhood stood on top of the her stave with a much enceinte brand in her mitt. `` I will now throw you to die you insolent blaspher of safe Sus scrofa ! '' With a dive towards the boar the elf woman managed to beat back the steel into it 's back causing it to skreigh in pain. The elf fair sex rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. poop. ''

With her vane embeded into the Sus scrofa and her wooden stave left behind the Sus scrofa she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to extend to for a pointer in her shakiness when she saw the boar good turn and charge at her. The unknown has seen enough not wanting the Earth to tolerate having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his slope and jumped down from the branch.

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

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

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

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

'' Oh…yeah ? wellspring who killed it ? By my right it should be mine. '' The alien says feeling the axe start to feed way.

'' I hunted this beast for two Nox. Lost half my quiver looking for this wild boar besides what can you do with a lump of dead hexted marrow ? '' The elf cleaning woman says as she pokes the boar with her faculty to make sure enough it 's drained.

'' Plenty like eat it 's marrow, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can ingest whatever meats you desire. Then since I did obliterate it saving your animation mind you I 'll hold the balance. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe free sending specks of profligate flying from the boar skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her transportation looks for the first time. Her face thin, but not gaunt with a humble middle shaped nose blue eye with diminished scattering of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from bondage with brightly brownness hair's-breadth covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern champaign elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the midland.

The elf woman gave the one-half nice deal a intellection and agreed. `` amercement, but quit looking at me like that. ``

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

'' I 'll only want the most expensive meats, but no changing your idea after. Swear on the flying dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the stranger.

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

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll feature nothing, but rotted meat to eat. '' The alien says a bit bother that the elf would n't call for his word the first-class honours degree time.

'' Great should n't have foresightful. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the wild boar carcass open and pull out the vital harmonium. first the heart then the ballock along with the liver and finally the brain which was much well-heeled to demand as the human being axe made a nice even split on the wild boar skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The unknown asked looking at the dead 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 traveling bag she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with null but the castanets and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the dead boar and crosses the carcass with the preindication of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring purgation salt over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the gift. The body shimmered a bright glowing then the feel of pure white roses wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's formula size before it was hexted.

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

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

The elf woman thought about it for a minute then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored military full general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the battlefield and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to make it now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after years of failure as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting null, but the safe for your men with the least amount of civilian injured party to somehow make believe up for what you 've done in the past tense. ''

'' You 've quite the resource elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could induce up quite a story just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent hang over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced general. I 'm just a traveler looking for mortal. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for seemliness the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a seer drink for you to help in your hunting. She would be glad to assist. I 'm for certain. '' 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 easy to carry then chopping the meat into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf fair sex then again his free intellection manner of non homo could explicate why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd enjoy to, but I don't make a substance abuse of following woman with random hexted wild boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

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

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

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

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