***writers notes : this is a revise edition of what is one of my frequently asked report. Some things have been changed from the archetype so even former sports fan and new reviewer can bask it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the independent land site refused to print my narrative for some reason it been a unanimous week since I first hit the bring out button I 'm hoping the forum can send some provender back. That being said the taradiddle is foresightful and I understand if you ca n't read that long of a news report so I recommend you get a warmly beverage relax in your most comfortable perspective and be tranposted to a humans of fancy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a lonely road leading into the busy deal village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coating. The man had his hood up around his head to block the common cold pushover that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant study where near of the harvest have already been harvested. remembering of his own puerility helping his elder Sister and father harvest and make clean the crops weeks before the first Frost came to take care as he passed the fields. That should be around this clip as being on the northward Island the first coke fall regularly starts in about two calendar week after the arriver of the 11th new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the easterly component part of the due north Island under the prescript of Billie Jean Moffitt King Bach and his well funded horse of the one-fifth dragon White person Godling. They are the main military group that male monarch Bach uses to hold his smoothing iron grip around the northward Island that has been used to civil state of war all over command of the rivers that cut through the compass north Island for trade that is the backrest bone of the economy of the North Island. The civil state of war have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of tycoon Bach even if his rule as business leader of the magnetic north Island has been struck with international influence.

Walking down towards the vast wooden gate the stranger can see the hill on the other position of the hamlet that has the onetime tree in the Knotsvill through the gate incoming. Memories of latterly summer picnics with his father, mother, and sis after a intemperate days work come to beware as he steps through the logic gate. eve topped off with a unfermented candied fruit as defrayment for working so tough with father out in the fields given to his senior sister and him by his female parent. Most autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up public treasury Sun down there would be a sweet as a reward a highlighting of the day sometimes when the craw did n't grow as salutary as last year his sister would give him half of her Henry Sweet to end his hunger nuisance.

Once in the small town he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his puerility. The once minuscule but wealthy hamlet was often left undefended, but now there is a security guard towboat near the logic gate even if the guard lays in it snoozing it 's a immense advance. The building mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid state brick and Isidor Feinstein Stone naught like how most of the construction used to be back in his untried twelvemonth. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more cramp as the buildings left very little blank space in between each former. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to have most of the people that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stupefy out as much the alien headed towards the pub hoping to repose his human foot and take hold of up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water cutis filled with the ill-scented ale the stranger has ever smelled in his biography. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing adequate vesture with shaggy-haired white eyebrow and a neat scant beard finished his swig of the pee cutis and exhaled once he saw the unknown bye in front of him.

'' Hey ! Yeah you with the coat. I know you do n't I ? '' the old sot 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 cutis filled with ale and a hint of dried piss. `` What in the nine trial run do you want old timer. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his dear to withstand the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your tongue young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this hamlet. '' The old man spoke as the eternal sleep of the drunks laughed at his hyperbolise gumption of magnanimousness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I Edward Young one ? ''

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

'' Of form I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more gumption of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a disconnected instant. `` Your female parent owned what is now my shop your father land was the richest soil of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the end and killings. ''

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

'' mustiness 've. The Talvers boy was n't such a acidity mannered child ! '' The old inebriate says furling his brow and taking another gulp of the ale filled body of water peel as the others protest him taking an extra draught.

Once in the pub the unknown saw a lively aspect of men drinking and eating at mesa while bar maiden over move through out the pub with trays full of countenance of ale and beers. Some men played a dice game called Havoc next to a bard who tried to sing of a news report of the crimson bar while playing his string instrument over the cries of bar maiden fighting off the occasional advance of drunken men. The stranger saw a solitary seat near the bar where he can parliamentary law a beer to wash out the dust from his travel out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humans sitting near the back some looked like slave gremlin while one stuck out as a midget sharing her pitcherful of beer with the striver.

Many of the humans seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very progressive thinking the stranger thought to himself as near human in the North Island are in fact racist towards non humans making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the stranger sat on the bar toilet he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking bill that the barkeep is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and find someplace else to salute son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his script on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald head shiny from sweat with a long handle bar mustache above his brim he is in upright shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to convulse broke drunks 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 set out combat and make trouble. Its not worth the stern corporate trust me there is always more rear in the back with the non humankind. '' The barman says to the stranger as he puts a glass of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can take care of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to stay long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hired man and drinks all of it in one big draft washing down the dust from his retentive walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the slide.

'' The names Gordon where you from unknown ? '' The barman asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't make the look of a traveling merchant or a tradesman from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in social movement of him. He wore a o.k. river rat coat and what seemed to be a dark 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 merchandiser or a tradesman. Just a traveler looking for someone. '' The alien said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up typeface. The scar that stuck out the most was a overbold one that went from the top of his skull down past his left hand eye, but besides that scar the unknown face is covered in small-scale scars 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 cognise criminals or wanderers with bounteousness on their heads. `` Just do me a favour bring the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean house up any to a greater extent 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 behind ? Ta'shtup ya'think ya'are ? '' A flourish voice said from the pubs entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The alien coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his helping hand. The man that is quite bothered by his hindquarters being taken is six foot magniloquent and as so wide he has to go in the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain ring mail covering half his body from his read/write head draped down to half way down his pectus with tough looking blot out pants adorned with some boar skull on the front as some form of belt warp. The behemoth had a wabber jack ball club tied around his body with a rophy. Wabber jack clubs are wooden guild drilled hollow filled with an iron core to add strong suit to it.

'' Your emphasis is North Island, but your no Jehovah. '' The stranger tells the titan in figurehead 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 psyche as the goliath took a few pace closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Lord or someone of Lordly title can hold backlog on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pub. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the hold up of his beer and turned around to parliamentary law another noticing the mixologist 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 jostle off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a irregular to grasp just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking hammer felter ! '' The giant yelled out as his face got flush with ira he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched f number. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the unknown who flies past the Pub doorway past all of tope men loitering in front man of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very least mutilated. The unknown stirs in the wreckage of get around wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat pelage just as the colossus roared out of the pub. Soon as he did the grouping of men scattered out of his way. The behemoth stood there surprised that the stranger is still standing. `` Ya'a sturdy illegitimate child aren't ya ? goodness not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a spread of meat that I wipe off my golf club. 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 cock felter then how he was flung like a child 's dolly. `` Ya'piece of tail mad man. Ya'got formal on ya'I 'd give ya'that. somebody commend to put that on his headstone. This man here had some orchis on him. ``

'' What did you forebode me ? '' The stranger said his articulation filled with more ire the second metre he had to double himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

The dwarf 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 balance looked scared and kept quite hoping to not take off any worry. 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 turd in front man of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't gain it past this line while awake and on your feet. '' The alien says as he stands perfectly still a few feet in social movement of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a staring lunatic. `` Ya'lost your intellect if ya'think ya'can trump me. It 's all right tho'I 'll just have to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a wild brute.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat pelage to the face and jumped up driving his genu into Bunkosh nose with deadly precision. The setback caught Bunkosh by staring surprise he couldn't even block the Dean Swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his cheek slamming down on the line the stranger drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious while his nozzle is steadily oozing blood.

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

The non humans immediately spread out to dedicate this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there center on him half scared, but trying their skillful 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 potable. Soon as he came to the seat Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` Glad you took caution of him. He 's been a bit of a pain in the neck to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've know wagerer then to bother a man in middle of his drink. '' The stranger says as he looks at the empty glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` yeah lots of fight start that way around here. You would recall masses would be more civilized up in this percentage of the Union, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner warfare. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The remainder of the pub seemed to go back to formula as if a goliath of a man was n't toppled over in front man of the pub.

'' Aye under commodity queen Flanjur. third gear born son of the deep baron Auntur the Great, but truth be told his land had a comely horse sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once Good King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Johann Sebastian Bach. top executive Flanjur suffered such a poor decease too I was there till the utmost of us when King Flanjur angled for our rubber leak in exchange for his life. I still honor his rule in this pub where non homo and humans can interact without risk as there are no Inquiry agentive role allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of trade good magnate Flanjur the kindest king of the interior state of war.

The privileged warfare were a series of long drawn out wars for index between King Johann Sebastian Bach second born his elder Brother Duntur rightful heir to the throne and youngest chum Flanjur who rejected the radical ideas of the Inquiry a spiritual sect that believe that humanity are meant to dominate all on the natural endowment no issue the cost. Ultimately the one who won the prescript of all of the North Island was King Bach thanks to his free-lance armies along with his horse funded by the Inquiry who gained a close seat to the Rex as a payoff for their loyalty.

'' A safe Billie Jean King he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the due north Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sale as my fundament grow tried of the route. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his limb to exaggerate his need for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a huntsman works for the small town medical examination pusher. She be out on the hunt for the past two nighttime. '' 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 medical carriage gathering fixings to pop the boils and early mutual job of the Greenwich Village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the drumhead as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't enfold his head around a female person huntsman.

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

'' On the house my good friend. Save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty-bellied mug away from the bar top. `` secure luck on your hunt. ''

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his punk back up to block the frigidity air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and pass back out to the woodland where he set up a pocket-sized camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt itinerary guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree diagram had a single iron lump shooting embedded into the proboscis.

The unknown placed his hired hand over the iron ball feeling the texture alteration from the smooth metal feel of the iron ball to the rocky feeling of the Tree bark. The memory of his end night in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a tardily summer Night much like any other with him and his baby helping their father warhead up the cart to be taken to market the following morning. The finis sack entire of vegetables were packed away now his babe and him raced back to the menage to get the Sweet they earned today.
They ran straight from the barn past the well and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the gate that leads from the village to their lowly farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor saltation of his horse and talk to their Padre 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 knight and rode back to the townsfolk in a wide gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his head as their neighbour rides back down towards the settlement. `` nipper in the house go with your mother. '' Then the phone of a horse neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the primer. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbour in musical composition with with child clivers. `` In the sign now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her handwriting quickly loading the gun as his sis passed a helping hand pistol to her Father and loaded another handgun. His Church Father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning future to the door and got ready to fight back the bandits. With a quick aimed snapshot he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making indisputable to vote down the bandit. When a handgun guessing smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of buck shot from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the brigand bleeding out on their floor as their mother dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the Tree lines barely able-bodied to pee-pee out the rocks and tree roots that jut out of the primer as they walked around the village. half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fervidness was now raging in the eye of the village. Their mother encouraged them to prevent moving on and not to pay any attention to the repulsion going on around them.

The sounds of death, rape, and general havoc surrounded the class well past the hamlet as subsister tried to take flight from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now deep in the Mrs. Henry Wood near the main deal route to the west the family line layed low hoping to avoid the bandits. The sounds of bandit rider charging up and down the road scared him and his sis 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 nearest village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the young small fry wo n't be able to make the long walk through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood and past the river.

'' Listen here tiddler stay close to each other. mum going to get service Charisa arrest with your blood 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 marking it with a interbreeding of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear ring so the female parent Goddess can keep an eye on over her minor as she tried to make it to Lowton and back with men to take the brigand off.

The hours ticked away and the feel like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to glint out once she heard soul walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with assistance. She still had her Fatherhood pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her point out in case of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather marvellous and funky bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept scout over his fellow.

'' Look what we have here. Must 've missed all the action hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her pilus like a appreciate lapin saucy from a Richard Morris Hunt. `` What 's your public figure immature one ? ''

'' She does n't face that Whitney Moore Young Jr. to my center. '' Said the brigand on horseback as he ogled her consistence with a lustful facial expression on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The former bandit agreed as his centre also wondered over his elder sister 's tight Loretta Young soundbox.

The Loretta Young brother came charging out of the corner bodily cavity swinging at the bandit holding his babe only to be kicked away like a unwashed cur by the much bombastic stronger bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small one with her. Might be worth something to a slaver do n't you cogitate ? '' The brigand on horseback asked the early bandit looking at the young boy holding the patch where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father side arm loose from her belt and shot the brigand holding her by her pilus directly in the face. Catching him by arrant surprise as his head wiped back from the iron bollock impact.

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

'' Run ! '' Charisa yelled out as she ducked his swing and tried to reload the pistol with iron Lucille Ball. `` Do n't stay here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his sawbuck and went for another swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the shooting iron. He laughed as her small soundbox was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted tree diagram log.

The youthful brother now was left completely alone with this wolf of a man. He looked for anything he could use to defend himself. He spotted a large midst Tree branch and struggled to cull it up.

The bandit heard him struggling to lift the branch. `` 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 ingest to anguish you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The new brother managed to pick up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the clump of his feet using all his strength to swing the backbreaking ramification into the sawhorse chest. This caused the horse to shoot wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the early face of the fallen log. The offspring brother picked up his leg and raised it over his head letting it fall on top of the brigand skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the brigand headland until he heard the skull tornado and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young Brother looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying next to her. He picked it up and began to start walking in the same world-wide direction he thought his mother went in the hopes to run into her.

The stranger day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his psyche and waited for the speech sound again. This time he heard it loud and enlighten it was a baseless wild boar shrieking and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low wall hanging branch and he pulled himself up into the tree diagram. He look down and saw the three foot tall wild boar looking right up at him his tusk needlelike as any blade with purple optic a unclutter sign that the boar was hexted.

The wild boar screeched again and circled around the tree diagram. Making it exonerated that the Sus scrofa has decided to waitress for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not take in to plow with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his manpower tucked behind his head he started to diminish asleep.

The nap was shortly lived as the alien felt something imperfectly with the wild boar quietly facing away from the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree bark. Then three fast heartbeat of silver came out of the bushes on the opposite English of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in bother. The unknown peeked down seeing the flashes of ash grey were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar side just in time to see two throwing steel be flung at the Sus scrofa but miss hitting the tree trunk instead. The boar charged at the George H.W. Bush, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf womanhood. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a dark Green River shirt with stringent brown pants and ruffian leather boots. The elf woman came down with the faculty slamming the idle boar head making a forte thunk noise Echo in the stillness of the night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf womanhood says in a Ortanish elf emphasis. `` Think twice before you succumb to the compliments of the Dark wiz ! ''

The unanimous scene 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 curb the wild hexted boar.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her faculty pointing right at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Gods in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf woman yells out as she begins to overreach the wild boar with her stave to no avail the boar just shrugged off the swats from the stave.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf woman who pounded the staff on the soil and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the boar hitting it on the junction of the shoulder blade causing it to slow down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to charge again this clock time the heraldic bearing is much more work-shy thanks to the brand driving itself ever deeper with every footstep it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much larger vane in her bridge player. `` I will now consume you to die you bald-faced blaspher of skillful boars ! '' With a plunge towards the wild boar the elf cleaning woman managed to aim the blade into it 's back causing it to screech in pain. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden faculty left behind the Sus scrofa she was now essentially disarm. She tried to hit for a arrow in her shiver when she saw the boar number and kick at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the humankind to suffer having the loss of such a funny remark elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his slope and jumped down from the branch.

The onrush was a surprise to the elf womanhood and the boar as he manage to bolt down the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the human kill the hexted boar in one golf shot.

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

'' red cent beast let my axe exempt ! '' The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the boar carcase.

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

'' Oh…yeah ? Well who killed it ? By my rightfield it should be mine. '' The stranger says feeling the axe scratch line to give way.

'' I hunted this fauna for two nighttime. Lost half my chill looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of dead hexted substance ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the wild boar with her stave to make sure it 's dead.

'' Plenty like eat it 's heart and soul, but tell you what since you hunted this wildcat and wounded it you can accept whatever meats you desire. Then since I did shoot down it saving your biography mind you I 'll go along the rest. '' The unknown says after he pulls his axe free sending pinpoint of line of descent flying from the boars skull and landing place on the elf cleaning lady.

He noticed her fare looks for the get-go time. Her face tenuous, but not gaunt with a low heart shaped poke dingy optic with small sprinkles of orange in them. Her peak tall clearly not a elf born from thraldom with bright brown hair covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain gremlin, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midland.

The elf woman gave the half decent mass a thought and agreed. `` Fine, but check looking at me like that. ``

'' Uhh…right. '' The unknown said looking away from the elf fair sex beautiful nerve not before catching her smile.

'' I 'll only want the most expensive meat, but no changing your judgment after. Swear on the dragon ? '' The elf womanhood asked the stranger.

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

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

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll bear zero, but rotted meat to eat. '' The alien says a bit annoyed that the elf would n't take up his Holy Scripture the first time.

'' Great should n't occupy long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the wild boar carcase open and draw out the vital organs. First the meat then the testicles along with the liver and finally the brain which was much easier to take as the human axe made a overnice even split on the boar skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the dead carcass get smaller and smaller as the elf fair sex took the organs she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave me with nothing but the off-white and fat. '' The unknown says as he bends down to the idle boar and crosses the carcase with the signaling of Galvalis the mother of get down then pouring purgation salts over the physical structure he whispered in Valhlic the honest-to-god known languish on the endowment. The soundbox shimmered a promising glow then the odor of pure White roses streamer in the air as the wild boar carcase shrinks down back to it 's formula size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't count like a monk of the due east or a holy priest. Where did you check magic from ? '' The elf cleaning woman asked as she stared at the blessed carcass.

'' What do you signify ? Just how do I look like in your center ? '' The unknown shoots back at the elf cleaning lady.

The elf woman thought about it for a moment then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a violate military machine general who used cruel and inhumane method acting on the battlefield and is now a fugitive bandit king fighting every day to endure now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit Billie Jean Moffitt King after years of nonstarter as a bandit world-beater, because you still are haunted by your retiring wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian casualty to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past times. ''

'' You 've quite the imaging elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could shit up quite a story just from knowing him all of five instant most of which she spent bent over pick over a hexted boar carcase. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveller looking for someone. ''

'' Oh I see. wellspring I work for Grace the Herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can name a seers drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf fair sex 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 pee it easier to carry then chopping the kernel into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of pith in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the Hunter was an elf woman then again his unfreeze thinking manner of non humans could explicate why he left such a big particular out. `` I 'd have it off to, but I don't make a substance abuse of following cleaning lady with random hexted boar reed organ into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

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

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

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

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