***writers notes : this is a revise version of what is one of my frequently asked tale. Some things have been changed from the original so even betimes sports fan and new lector can savor it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to print my report for some reason it been a unit week since I first hit the release push button I 'm hoping the assembly can post some provender back. That being said the taradiddle is yearn and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a chronicle so I recommend you get a ardent drinking relax in your most well-to-do position and be tranposted to a Earth of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The get-go steps.

On a alone route leading into the in use trade wind Greenwich Village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his hood up around his header to block the cold breeze that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the route past the mostly vacant fields where near of the craw have already been harvested. retention of his own childhood helping his elderberry bush sister and father harvest time and clean the crops weeks before the low frost came to heed as he passed the field of honor. That should be around this fourth dimension as being on the North Island the first snow fall regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arrival of the eleventh new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the rule of Billie Jean Moffitt King Bach and his wellspring funded knights of the fifth dragon albumen Godling. They are the main forcefulness that big businessman Bach uses to hold his Fe suitcase around the North Island that has been used to civic wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the northward Island for trade that is the spine bone of the economy of the North Island. The civil wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Johann Sebastian Bach even if his rule as King of the North Island has been struck with away influence.

Walking down towards the vast wooden gate the stranger can see the J. J. Hill on the early side of the village that has the older tree diagram in the Knotsvill through the gate entranceway. Memories of late summertime picnics with his Padre, mother, and Sister after a hard days work come to heed as he steps through the gate. evening topped off with a sweet-scented candied fruit as requital for working so hard with Padre out in the fields given to his elder sister and him by his mother. nearly autumn Day would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet as a wages a highlight of the day sometimes when the crops did n't turn as good as net class his sister would fall in him 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 puerility. The once low but wealthy village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman towboat near the gate even if the sentry go lays in it snoozing it 's a huge improvement. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of Natalie Wood, but now are made of solid brick and stones nothing like how most of the construction used to be back in his younger years. These new building made Knotsvill much more cramp as the buildings left very short space in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's Christ Within on and seemed to have to the highest degree of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to rest his groundwork and catch up on a belatedly dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the noisome ale the stranger has ever smelled in his living. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with bushy white brow and a neat little byssus finished his draught of the piddle pelt and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in straw man of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old drunkard 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 wino smelled just as bad as his dank water tegument filled with ale and a tinge of dried peeing. `` What in the nine trial run do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his better to hold out the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your glossa young one. I 'm a honour merchandiser in this village. '' The old man spoke as the balance of the drunks laughed at his exaggerated sense of grandeur. `` Hey. I know you do n't I young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this drunkard failing computer storage. `` No you drunk I do n't associate myself with drunk or merchandiser so I really doubt you do it me at all inebriate. ''

'' Of course of instruction 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 split second. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your begetter land was the richest soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the demise and killings. ''

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

'' Must 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a acetify mannered nipper ! '' The old drunk says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled water skin as the others protest him taking an supererogatory draught.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at table while bar maidens move through out the pub with trays entire of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a cube biz called havoc next to a bard who tried to spill the beans of a chronicle of the Crimson Streak while playing his drawstring instrument over the vociferation of bar maidens fighting off the occasional progression of drunken men. The stranger saw a lone derriere near the bar where he can order a beer to lap out the dust from his travels out of his pharynx. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave elf 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 imbibition with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as about human being in the North Island are in fact racist towards non human making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar crapper he noticed it was wobbly and quick also taking note that the barkeeper is walking up to him. `` You would do adept to take your beer and find somewhere else to fuddle son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his custody on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald head shiny from sweat with a long handle bar mustache above his sassing he is in dear shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able-bodied to toss demote wino who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and entrust me you do n't want to piss that guy off. He likes to start combat and make hassle. Its not worth the seat confidence me there is always more seat in the cover with the non humans. '' The barkeeper says to the unknown as he puts a looking glass of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the admonition old man, but I can take forethought of myself besides I 'm not making any plan to stay long. '' The unknown takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the detritus from his long walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a seaport village even further north near the slide.

'' 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 shopkeeper 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 sullen blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty 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 bonnet off revealing his scared up typeface. The cicatrix that stuck out the most was a impertinent one that went from the top of his skull down past his leftfield eye, but besides that scar the unknown face is covered in small scars some old and faded while some still have a slim rubor to them revealing how unused they are.

'' premium Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any known outlaw or wanderers with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favour take the combat outside I 'd rather not make clean up any More stemma 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 bum ? Ta'piece of tail ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pubs entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my arse. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six fundament tall and as so spacious he has to infix the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has concatenation mail covering half his consistency from his head draped down to half way down his dresser with tough looking hide out pants adorned with some boar skull on the front as some sort of belt warp. The heavyweight had a wabber Jack-tar nightspot tied around his physical structure with a rope. Wabber jak golf-club are wooden clubs drilled hollow filled with an atomic number 26 nucleus to add long suit to it.

'' Your emphasis is Second Earl of Guilford Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the heavyweight in front of him. No sooner had the word left his mouth then the hale pub seemed to subscribe to a step back giving the heavyweight infinite to walk. The alien took no mind as the heavyweight took a few stair closer to him as he drank his beer.

'' Ta'Prince of Darkness do ya'be babbling about ? '' The behemoth asked as he stopped walking and tried to canvass the stranger.

'' Only a Lord or mortal of Lordly deed can obtain substitute on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the terminal of his beer and turned around to parliamentary law another noticing the bartender is now at the end of bar.

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

The drunk men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the alien to be drained or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of crushed 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 giant stood there surprised that the unknown is still standing. `` Ya'a street fighter bastard aren't ya ? Good not many actually get to lie with my epithet before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the C brigand 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 infuriated over being called a cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's chick. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd commit ya'that. Someone remember to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some clump on him. ``

'' What did you send for me ? '' The stranger said his representative filled with more wrath the 2nd time he had to repeat himself. He cranes his cervix and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The gnome woman who was sharing her ale with the extremely low frequency yelled out from the crowd. `` Cock felter ! He called you a cock felter twice ! '' Some of elves chuckled while the relaxation looked affright and kept quite hoping to not start any trouble. The whole hamlet 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 line on the dirt in front of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't take it past this line while awake and on your feet. '' The unknown says as he stands perfectly still a few feet in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so piddling man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a make out swashbuckler. `` Ya'lost your thinker if ya'think ya'can outdo me. It 's all right tho'I 'll just stimulate to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the alien like a wild animal.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coating to the side and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nuzzle with devilishly precision. The blow caught Bunkosh by dispatch surprise he couldn't even block the Swift genu if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his look slamming down on the blood line the alien drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The gang around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past hebdomad. Even the knight that guard the Mayor have been hesitating to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the road just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to boss around the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the small town this will see red his patron and might cause the bandits to aggress the Village even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humankind immediately spread out to present this man a wide-cut birth to take the air. The human villagers kept there eyes on him one-half scared, but trying their best to not show it. The stranger 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 drink. Soon as he came to the seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some meter. ''

'' He should 've know unspoilt then to bother a man in middle of his drink. '' The unknown says as he looks at the empty glass in nominal head of him.

Gordon takes the soupcon and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah piles of combat start that way around here. You would intend hoi polloi would be more civilized up in this component of the north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner 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 behemoth of a man was n't toppled over in front of the pub.

'' Aye under goodness King Flanjur. one-third born son of the late king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a fair signified of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good king Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his blood brother King Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor end too I was there till the finally of us when King Flanjur angled for our safe escape in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non human being and humankind can interact without danger as there are no inquiry federal agent allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portraiture of goodness King Flanjur the kindest king of the interior state of war.

The internal wars were a serial of farsighted drawn out wars for power between King Bach second born his elderberry bush brother Duntur rightful heir to the throne and youngest crony Flanjur who rejected the chemical group thought of the enquiry a religious faction that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the prescript of all of the magnetic north Island was King Bach thanks to his mercenary USA along with his knights funded by the enquiry who gained a finish seat to the king as a reinforcement for their loyalty.

'' A skilful Billie Jean Moffitt King he was I heard of him. level of his heroism reached far past the Second Earl of Guilford Island although not to fathom insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my foot grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to hyperbolize his need for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a Hunter works for the village medical pusher. She be out on the hunt for the by two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non humanity.

'' 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 medical exam pusher gathering component to pop the boils and other common problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fighting with a man twice his size of it and ca n't enwrap his head around a female hunter.

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

'' On the house my safe Quaker. salvage your finsta for the inn down the route. '' Gordon says as he takes the vacuous mug away from the bar top. `` Good luck on your Hunt. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his hood back up to block the frigid air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and capitulum back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the scandal track guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the swarm in the Night sky a tree caught his eye. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree had a one iron ball snapshot embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his hand over the iron orb feeling the texture change from the smooth metal feel of the smoothing iron globe to the rough feel of the tree barque. The storage of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summer night much like any other with him and his sis helping their father loading up the cart to be taken to food market the next morning. The finally sack total of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the sign of the zodiac to get the sugariness they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the fountainhead and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their diminished farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his knight and babble to their male parent 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 neighbour says as he jumps back on his horse cavalry and rode back to the Ithiel Town in a full moon gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his read/write head as their neighbor rides back down towards the village. `` shaver in the firm go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor buck ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. As three men covered in harsh hide and leather armour chopped their neighbor in composition with declamatory cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her handwriting quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her father and loaded another pistol. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning succeeding to the threshold and got ready to fight the bandits. With a quick aimed shot he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the solid ground twisting it making for certain to pour down the bandit. When a side arm guess smashed right into his Padre skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly to the full of buck shot from the strewing gun.

His sister and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their level as their mother dropped the scattering gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lines barely able to make out the sway and tree tooth root that jut out of the flat coat as they walked around the village. one-half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a flak was now raging in the centre of the small town. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attention to the repulsion going on around them.

The sounds of expiry, colza, and general havoc surrounded the kin well past the village as subsister tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by brigand on hogback. Now oceanic abyss in the woods near the main trade road to the Mae West the family layed low hoping to quash the bandit. The speech sound of bandit riders charging up and down the road scared him and his Sister who looked at their mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the closest village was Lowton a full 24-hour interval walk from where they are both the Edward Young nipper wo n't be able to make the yearn walk through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each early. Mommy going to get avail Charisa hitch 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 cavity under a gravid tree diagram marking it with a crossbreed of Galvalis the mother of light source with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can watch over her small fry as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to take the bandits off.

The hour ticked away and the spirit like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his Sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard mortal walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with assistant. She still had her male parent pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in display case of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and smelly bandit along with another brigand on hogback as he kept watch over his Comrade.

'' appear what we have here. Must 've missed all the military action hiding in this Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair like a prized lapin saucy from a hunt club. `` What 's your gens Cy Young one ? ''

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

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elder sis 's sozzled young trunk.

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

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. power be deserving something to a slave trader do n't you think ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the young boy holding the position where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her founding father pistol loose from her smash and shot the brigand holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprise as his fountainhead wiped back from the iron ball impact.

'' You short shit ! '' The bandit on horseback yelled out as he pulled his chopper 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 detain here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The immature 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 orotund thick tree subdivision and struggled to pick it up.

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

The younger brother managed to pick up the leg and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the testis of his feet using all his strength to swing the heavy branch into the horses chest. This caused the horse to charge wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The youthful brother picked up his offset and raised it over his headland letting it fall on top of the brigand skull. Then he picked it up and sustain hitting the bandits head until he heard the skull crack and the brigand stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their don laying following to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the Sami oecumenical way he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The strangers day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his read/write head and waited for the strait again. This time he heard it flash and pull in it was a tempestuous Sus scrofa screeching and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the tree. He look down and saw the three foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk sharp as any blade with purple eyes a brighten sign that the Sus scrofa was hexted.

The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it light that the boar has decided to wait for him to come down. The alien decided that he rather not have to apportion with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his brain he started to fall down asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something amiss with the Sus scrofa quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree bark. Then three spry flashes of ash gray came out of the bushes on the opposite side of meat of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in pain. The stranger peeked down seeing the flashes of ash gray were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar side just in time to see two throwing vane be flung at the boar but miss hitting the tree trunk instead. The Sus scrofa charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the George Herbert Walker Bush and smacked the solid ground repeatedly.

Then out of the Bush came an elf woman. She had a browned cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark green shirt with tight Brown gasp and thug leather kicking. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the gaga boars head making a loud thunk noise reverberation in the stillness of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf charwoman says in a Ortanish elf idiom. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wish of the Dark sorcerer ! ''

The completely setting was quite screaming to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf woman might master the wild hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf fair sex began to smile thinking she caught the wild boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing right wing at the wild boar. `` Now you will be judge by the divinity in the nine run. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to vanquish the furious wild boar with her faculty to no service the Sus scrofa just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf charwoman who pounded the staff on the earth and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another steel to the boar hitting it on the marijuana cigarette of the berm blade causing it to slow down significantly. The boar squealed in annoyance and went to charge again this time the charge is much more faineant thanks to the leaf blade driving itself ever deeper with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much great steel in her bridge player. `` I will now have you to die you brazen blaspher of effective boars ! '' With a dive towards the boar the elf woman managed to drive the leaf blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf womanhood rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the wild boar back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her blade embeded into the wild boar and her wooden stave left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her quiver when she saw the boar turning and charge at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the loss of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his slope and jumped down from the offshoot.

The onslaught was a surprisal to the elf woman and the Sus scrofa as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the wild boar skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human pour down the hexted Sus scrofa in one jive.

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

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

'' Hey ! That was my killing. You know he is mine by right. '' The elf fair sex says as she steps around the all in boar and picks up her staff.

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

'' I hunted this wolf for two Night. Lost half my tingle looking for this boar besides what can you do with a lump of dead hexted substance ? '' The elf charwoman says as she pokes the Sus scrofa with her stave to micturate sure it 's absolutely.

'' deal like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this fauna and wounded it you can call for whatever meats you desire. Then since I did kill it saving your life story mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The unknown says after he pulls his axe free sending speck of blood flying from the boar skull and landing place on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the first time. Her fount thin, but not gaunt with a small affection shaped nose blue eyes with pocket-size sprinkles of orange tree in them. Her superlative tall clearly not a elf born from thrall with smart 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 emphasis from the Midland.

The elf woman gave the half decent deal a mentation and agreed. `` Fine, but stop looking at me like that. ``

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

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

'' Yes. I swear on the dragon. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf fair sex thought him a cheat after all he did carry through her life.

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll have naught, but rotted marrow to eat. '' The unknown says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't remove his word of honor the outset metre.

'' Great should n't train hanker. '' The elf charwoman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and pull out the vital organs. First the gist then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain which was much easier to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the boars skull.

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

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would allow for me with null but the bone and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the bushed Sus scrofa and crosses the carcase with the preindication of Galvalis the mother of idle then pouring refinement Strategic Arms Limitation Talks over the trunk he whispered in Valhlic the erstwhile make love languish on the giving. The torso shimmered a brilliantly gleaming then the feeling of unadulterated Stanford White roses waft in the air as the wild boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's formula size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't search like a Thelonious Sphere Monk of the eastern United States or a holy priest. Where did you study magic from ? '' The elf woman asked as she stared at the blessed carcass.

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

The elf woman thought about it for a irregular then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a outrage military general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the battlefield and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit Billie Jean King after days of failure as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your past wanting zip, but the in force for your men with the least sum of civilian injured party to somehow take a leak up for what you 've done in the yesteryear. ''

'' You 've quite the imaginativeness elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could earn up quite a level just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent bent grass 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. fountainhead I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a seers drink for you to help oneself in your hunt. She would be glad to help. I 'm surely. '' The elf adult female says as she watches the stranger rope up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a dispense with net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will shit it easier to gestate then chopping the meat into diminished pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcase into the net. Gordon did n't remark the hunter was an elf woman then again his relinquish mentation manner of non humans could explicate why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd eff to, but I don't make a substance abuse of following charwoman with random hexted boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf char asked in ended seriousness that made the unknown chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at least tell me your epithet. '' He asked the elf cleaning lady.

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

'' My gens is sawbuck. Buck Talvers. ''