***writers notes : this is a retool version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the pilot so even former devotee and new readers can enjoy it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main situation refused to bring out my stories for some reason it been a whole week since I first hit the publish clitoris I 'm hoping the forum can send some provender back. That being said the story is long and I understand if you ca n't scan that long of a storey so I recommend you get a fond drink relax in your most well-to-do position and be tranposted to a world of illusion. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first steps.

On a lonely road leading into the busy craft Greenwich Village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine gravid river rat pelage. The man had his hood up around his foreland to block the cold breeze that blew up to his leftfield. The alien walked down the road past the mostly vacant airfield where virtually of the craw have already been harvested. remembering of his own puerility helping his elder sister and father harvesting and clean the harvest calendar week before the world-class frost came to take care as he passed the force field. That should be around this time as being on the North Island the showtime snowfall free fall regularly starts in about two calendar week after the arriver of the 11th new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the rule of King Bach and his well funded knight of the fifth dragon white Godling. They are the briny effect that big businessman Bach uses to defy his atomic number 26 hairgrip around the North Island that has been used to civil wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the magnetic north Island for deal that is the second bone of the economy of the North Island. The civil wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the counseling of King Bach even if his dominion as Billie Jean King of the North Island has been struck with away influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden gate the stranger can see the hill on the former side of the hamlet that has the oldest tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. Memories of belatedly summer picnics with his Padre, mother, and sister after a heavy days work come to beware as he steps through the gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet sugarcoat fruit as defrayal for working so strong with father out in the landing field given to his elder sister and him by his mother. Most fall days would end like that after working before Sun up cashbox Sun down there would be a sweet as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the craw did n't grow as good as last yr his sister would turn over him one-half of her sweet to end his hungriness pains.

Once in the Greenwich Village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once belittled but flush village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman tug near the logic gate even if the sentry go lays in it snoozing it 's a huge advance. The building mostly new looking were not made of Wood, but now are made of hearty brick and stones aught like how most of the construction used to be back in his younger year. These new buildings made Knotsvill much more cramp as the construction left very niggling space in between each other. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to have about of the mass 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 fundament and enamor up on a late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water cutis filled with the foetid ale the alien has ever smelled in his lifetime. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent habiliment with shaggy-coated flannel supercilium and a tasteful short beard finished his draught of the body of water hide and exhaled once he saw the stranger pass in front end 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 alien stopped walking and turned to face the rummy. The drunk smelled just as bad as his dank water hide filled with ale and a hint of desiccated pee. `` What in the nine tribulation do you want old timekeeper. '' The stranger says to the old man trying his well to withstand the old man 's odour.

'' Hey watch your tongue young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this small town. '' The old man spoke as the rest period of the drunks laughed at his exaggerated sense of grandeur. `` Hey. I know you do n't I Edward Young one ? ''

The stranger grew tired of this inebriate failing memory. `` No you drunk I do n't relate myself with drunk or merchant so I really doubt you have a go at it me at all wino. ''

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The wino old man spoke with a bit more sense of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a disunited second. `` 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 kill. ''

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

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

Once in the pub the stranger saw a lively scene of men drinking and eating at tables while bar maiden over move through out the pub with trays replete of sucker of ale and beers. Some men played a dice game called mayhem next to a bard who tried to babble out of a narration of the Crimson streak while playing his string legal instrument over the cries of bar maiden over fighting off the occasional advance of drunken men. The stranger saw a lone seat near the bar where he can order a beer to wash away out the rubble from his travels out of his throat. While walking up to the bar he noticed a few non humanity sitting near the back some looked like slave elf while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the slave.

Many of the humankind seemed ok with the non human beings sitting in the same pub drinking with them. Very liberal thinking the alien thought to himself as most human being in the North Island are in fact racist towards non human being making them live in separate often walled off ghettos. As the alien sat on the bar stool he noticed it was wobbly and warmly also taking note that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do best to take your beer and find somewhere else to drink in son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hired man on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald-pated caput shiny from sweat with a long handle bar mustache above his lips he is in good shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be capable to thrash burst rummy who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and trust me you do n't desire to piss that guy off. He likes to start fighting and take a leak difficulty. Its not worth the seat corporate trust me there is always more seats in the back with the non man. '' The barkeep says to the stranger as he puts a glass of beer in strawman of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can remove guardianship of myself besides I 'm not making any program to remain long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the rubble from his foresighted walk to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the coast.

'' The gens Gordon where you from foreign ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't take the smell of a traveling merchandiser or a market keeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in nominal head of him. He wore a fine river rat pelage and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty more than likely from a longsighted walk earlier in the day when the lead was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchandiser or a tradesman. Just a traveller looking for someone. '' The stranger said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up face. The scar that stuck out the most was a freshly one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the stranger face is covered in minuscule cicatrix some old and faded while some still have a svelte inflammation to them revealing how bracing they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The barkeep says as he looks around for any cognize criminals or bird of passage with bounties on their straits. `` Just do me a party favor take the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean 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 understood. `` Who 's that sitting on my bum ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A booming voice said from the pothouse entrance. `` Seating ya'ass in my backside. ''

The alien coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his nates being taken is six feet tall and as so wide he has to enter the pub turning sideways to fit through the doorway. He has chain chain armour covering half his soundbox from his head draped down to half way down his dresser with knotty looking hide out knickers adorned with some boar skull on the front as some sort of smash warp. The behemoth had a wabber jack club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jack clubs are wooden golf-club drilled hollow filled with an smoothing iron essence to add strength to it.

'' Your accent is magnetic north Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the monster in front of him. No sooner had the parole left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to take a gradation back giving the behemoth space to walk. The alien took no mind as the behemoth took a few step closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Lord or someone of Lordly statute title can hold reticence on anything even wobbly stools in shit covered pubs. '' The alien said after he swallowed the last of his beer and turned around to order another noticing the barman is now at the end of bar.

The colossus blinked twice before he spoke up roaring out at no one in particular in the crew of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second to compass just how mad he really is the goliath continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his aspect got kick with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched hurrying. The behemoth grabbed the unknown shoulder tightly and with ease he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub room access past all of intoxicated men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the good deal in front man of them where they expected the stranger to be dead or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The alien stirs in the wreckage of broken woodwind instrument as he got up and dusted off his river rat pelage 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 unknown is still standing. `` Ya'a tough shit aren't ya ? goodness not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the hundred bandit and I- ''

'' What did you call off me ? '' The stranger says interrupting Bunkosh as he was about to swash about how many men he has killed.

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a hammer felter then how he was flung like a youngster 's doll. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got balls on ya'I 'd grant ya'that. mortal remember to put that on his tombstone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you yell me ? '' The stranger said his vox filled with more anger the instant clip 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. `` hammer felter ! He called you a putz felter twice ! '' Some of elf chuckled while the residual looked dash and kept quite hoping to not pop out any problem. The wholly village seems to be up now looking on at the two men sizing each early up.

The unknown calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a air on the dirt in forepart of him with the tip of his kicking. `` You wo n't make it past this demarcation while awake and on your invertebrate foot. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few human foot in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so petty man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a unadulterated madcap. `` Ya'lost your psyche if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just have to tick some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the unknown like a fantastic fauna.

The alien stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the face and jumped up driving his genu into Bunkosh nose with deadly preciseness. The blow caught Bunkosh by gross surprise he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his nerve slamming down on the line the stranger drew in the poop he is completely unconscious while his olfactory organ is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past tense week. Even the knight that guard the Mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his ring of bandit 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 custody on the village this will anger his patron and might cause the bandits to attack 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 astray birth to take the air. The human villagers kept there oculus on him one-half scared, but trying their respectable 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 smiling on his nerve. `` Glad you took care of him. He 's been a bit of a nuisance to us here for quite some time. ''

'' He should 've eff undecomposed then to nettle a man in center of his drink. '' The unknown says as he looks at the empty-bellied deoxyephedrine in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` yeah lots of scrap start that way around here. You would think people would be to a greater extent civilized up in this part of the due north, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner wars. ''

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

'' Aye under good King Flanjur. third gear Max Born son of the later B. B. King Auntur the Great, but truth be told his kingdom had a clean sense of prescript. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once goodness King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Johann Sebastian Bach. mogul Flanjur suffered such a poor Death too I was there till the cobbler's last of us when King Flanjur angled for our safety escape in exchange for his life. I still respect his rule in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without risk as there are no interrogation agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good tycoon Flanjur the kindest queen of the inner war.

The interior state of war were a serial publication of farsighted drawn out wars for might between Billie Jean Moffitt King Bach second born his elder brother Duntur rightful successor to the throne and untried buddy Flanjur who rejected the extremist estimation of the research a spiritual sect that believe that humans are meant to prevail all on the gift no matter the monetary value. Ultimately the one who won the linguistic rule of all of the north Island was King Bach thanks to his materialistic armies along with his horse funded by the Inquiry who gained a close stern to the king as a reward for their loyalty.

'' A commodity king he was I heard of him. taradiddle of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to voice insensitive, but have you a elbow room for sale as my infantry grow tried of the road. '' The alien asked Gordon as he stretched out his arms to exaggerate his motivation for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a hunter works for the village medical drug dealer. 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 medical checkup pusher gathering element to pop the boils and early coarse trouble of the Greenwich Village. '' Gordon says thinking the unknown may be a bit daft in the top dog as he picked a scrap with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his caput around a distaff hunter.

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

'' On the household my good admirer. economise your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the empty mug away from the bar top. `` Good portion on your hunting. ''

The alien walks away from the pub pulling his exhaust hood back up to impede the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and drumhead back out to the forest where he set up a minor camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a tree caught his eye. The tree had a single atomic number 26 formal dead reckoning embedded into the trunk.

The alien placed his hand over the Fe ball feeling the texture change from the still metallic feel of the Fe ball to the rough out feel of the tree bark. The memory board of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his straits. It was a recent summer night much like any early with him and his baby helping their father load up the go-cart to be taken to grocery the succeeding morning. The last sacque fully of veggie were packed away now his baby and him raced back to the theatre to get the sweets they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the fountainhead and onwards to the firm they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the logic gate that leads from the small town to their belittled farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his horse and talk to their Fatherhood they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The town we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his buck and twit back to the town in a full gallop.

His sister and him went to their father who shakes his headway as their neighbour rides back down towards the settlement. `` Kids in the home go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a Equus caballus neighing took them all by surprisal. Their neighbor gymnastic horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the soil. As three men covered in rough hide and leather armor chopped their neighbor in pieces with large cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their female parent who had a spread gun in her paw quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a deal handgun to her father and loaded another shooting iron. His father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning adjacent to the door and got ready to press 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 reason twisting it making sure to kill the brigand. When a pistol dig smashed right into his fathers skull. The bandit charged past the threshold and got a belly full of buck slam from the scatter gun.

His sister and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their floor as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the Grant Wood. They stayed in the tree lines barely capable to earn out the John Rock and tree roots that jut out of the land as they walked around the village. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fire was now raging in the middle of the village. Their mother encouraged them to save moving on and not to pay any tending to the horrors going on around them.

The sounds of Death, rape, and general mayhem surrounded the fellowship well past the village as survivor tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now abstruse in the woodwind instrument near the independent trade route to the Rebecca West the mob layed low hoping to avoid the bandit. The strait 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 disoriented knowing the village was done for and the close village was Lowton a good days walk from where they are both the untried baby wo n't be able-bodied to make the long manner of walking through the woods and past the river.

'' Listen here shaver stay close to each early. mummy going to get assist 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 cavity under a boastfully tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the female parent of light with her ear ring so the mother Goddess can ascertain over her children as she tried to take a crap it to Lowton and back with men to drive the brigand off.

The hours ticked away and the feel like their mother abandoned them soon washed over him and his baby. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their mother back with help. She still had her founding father pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her head out in typeface of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather marvellous and smelly brigand along with another brigand on horseback as he kept watch over his Comrade.

'' Look what we have here. must 've missed all the activeness hiding in this Tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair like a pry cony fresh from a hunt. `` What 's your name young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that young to my eyes. '' Said the bandit on horseback as he ogled her body with a prurient look on his side.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other brigand agreed as his optic also wondered over his senior sister 's tight Pres Young eubstance.

The young brother came charging out of the shoetree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a common mutt by the much larger warm bandit.

'' Ah. She has a lowly one with her. power be worth something to a slave owner do n't you suppose ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the early brigand looking at the Whitney Young boy holding the stain where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her father pistol loose from her belted ammunition and shot the bandit holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprisal as his psyche wiped back from the branding iron glob impact.

'' You trivial shit ! '' 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 outride 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 pistol. He laughed as her small body was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted Tree log.

The younger comrade now was left completely alone with this brute of a man. He looked for anything he could use to hold himself. He spotted a large thick tree diagram subdivision and struggled to beak it up.

The brigand heard him struggling to lift the branch. `` Oh, I almost forgot about you. I guess one hard worker is better then none. '' He said as he began to trot his horse closer to him. `` Do n't contend now or I might have got to hurt you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The younger brother managed to blame up the outgrowth and swing it at the horse cavalry as he balanced himself on the balls of his human foot using all his strength to swing the grievous ramification into the horses chest. This caused the buck to charge wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other side of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his arm and raised it over his head teacher letting it diminish on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and hold on hitting the bandits head until he heard the skull fracture and the brigand stopped breathing.

The Brigham Young brother looked over the log at his babe 's lifeless consistence when he saw the pistol that belonged to their Fatherhood laying next to her. He picked it up and began to embark on walking in the Saame general counseling 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 principal and waited for the sound again. This time he heard it loud and clear it was a waste boar shrieking and heading right towards him. Quickly he jumped up grabbing for a low hanging leg and he pulled himself up into the tree diagram. He look down and saw the three metrical unit tall boar looking right up at him his tusk sharp as any sword with purple heart a clear sign of the zodiac that the Sus scrofa was hexted.

The wild boar screeched again and circled around the tree. Making it clear that the boar has decided to hold off for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not take in to deal with the boar so will wait him out. Leaning back on the tree with his manpower tucked behind his head he started to fall down asleep.

The nap was short circuit lived as the stranger felt something haywire with the boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's tusk on the tree bark. Then three fast flashes of silver grey came out of the George H.W. Bush on the opposite side of the tree followed by the Sus scrofa squealing loudly in pain. The unknown peeked down seeing the flashes of silver were in fact arrows that were shot into the Sus scrofa side just in time to see two throwing blades be flung at the boar but young lady hitting the tree body instead. The boar charged at the crotch hair, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the bush and smacked the solid ground repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf woman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the alien saw she wore a night unripe shirt with tight dark-brown pants and elusive leather rush. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the wild boars head making a loud thunk noise echo in the hush of the dark air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf woman says in a Ortanish elf dialect. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the darkness Wizard ! ''

The unhurt conniption was quite uproarious to the alien as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept hush wondering just how the elf woman might tame the uncivilized hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf woman began to smile thinking she caught the boar by surprise as she circles around him her staff pointing rightfield at the boar. `` Now you will be judge by the Gods in the nine trials. Prepare for decease ! '' The elf adult female yells out as she begins to beat the wild Sus scrofa with her staff to no avail the boar just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The wild boar snorted and charged at the elf char who pounded the staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another sword to the boar hitting it on the spliff of the shoulder blade causing it to slow down down significantly. The boar squealed in infliction and went to charge again this metre the bursting charge is much more lazy thanks to the blade driving itself ever deeper with every step it takes.

The elf woman stood on top of the her staff with a much enceinte blade in her deal. `` I will now have you to die you brassy blaspher of good boars ! '' With a dive towards the boar the elf woman managed to repel the vane into it 's back causing it to whine in pain. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the boar back. `` Ah. Crap. ''

With her blade embeded into the Sus scrofa and her wooden faculty left behind the wild boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her thrill when she saw the wild boar crook and electric 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 side of meat and jumped down from the limb.

The flack was a surprise to the elf woman and the wild boar as he manage to kill the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf charwoman gasped once she saw the human kill the hexted boar in one cut.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf woman exclaimed her astonishment for the strong human which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to disembarrass his axe from the boars skull.

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

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

'' Oh…yeah ? Well who killed it ? By my right wing it should be mine. '' The alien says feeling the axe get-go to give way.

'' I hunted this savage for two nights. Lost half my quiver looking for this wild boar besides what can you do with a hunk of stagnant hexted core ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the Sus scrofa with her staff to make certainly it 's numb.

'' passel like eat it 's pith, but tell you what since you hunted this animal and wounded it you can take whatever meats you desire. Then since I did bolt down it saving your life history mind you I 'll preserve the residual. '' The alien says after he pulls his axe free sending pinpoint of rake flying from the Sus scrofa skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the initiative time. Her face flimsy, but not gaunt with a little heart shaped nose risque heart with small sprinkle of orange in them. Her tiptop tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright brown hair covering her pinna. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the alien of the Southern plain elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf dialect from the Midland.

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

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

'' I 'll only want the most expensive sum, but no changing your nous after. Swear on the Dragon ? '' The elf woman asked the unknown.

'' Yes. I swear on the Draco. '' The alien mumbled surprised that the elf womanhood thought him a cheat after all he did relieve her living.

'' You swear on the dragon ? '' The elf woman asked again this fourth dimension looking directly into the stranger eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll hold nothing, but rotted core to eat. '' The stranger says a bit rile that the elf would n't study his word the low prison term.

'' Great should n't take hanker. '' The elf womanhood said as she began to cut the boar carcass undefendable and pull out the vital organs. First the fondness then the egg along with the liver and finally the mentality which was much well-heeled to take as the human axe made a nice even split on the Sus scrofa skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the stagnant carcass get belittled and humble as the elf fair sex took the reed organ she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would go away me with nothing but the bones and fat. '' The alien says as he bends down to the short Sus scrofa and crosses the carcase with the sign of Galvalis the mother of get down then pouring purification SALT over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest known languish on the endowment. The body shimmered a shining glow then the smell of vestal white roses waft in the air as the Sus scrofa carcass shrinks down back to it 's convention size before it was hexted.

'' Wow ! You do n't look like a monk of the east or a holy priest. Where did you learn 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 heart ? '' The alien shoots back at the elf charwoman.

The elf woman thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the flavour of a assault armed services full general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the field of honor and is now a fleer brigand king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit big businessman after years of unsuccessful person as a bandit queen, because you still are haunted by your yesteryear wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the least total of civilian casualties to somehow make up for what you 've done in the past tense. ''

'' You 've quite the imagination elf. '' The stranger says amazed that she could make up quite a story 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 superior general. I 'm just a traveler looking for soul. ''

'' Oh I see. well I work for Grace the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can pee-pee a seer drink for you to help in your lookup. She would be glad to help. I 'm trusted. '' The elf adult female says as she watches the unknown lasso up the carcass by the hooves and offers him a superfluous net she carried in her travel bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it wanton to carry then chopping the substance into humble pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in script. '' The alien 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 thinking manner of non human beings could explain why he left such a big contingent out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted Sus scrofa harmonium into the woodland especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf fair sex asked in complete earnestness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivete.

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

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

'' My figure is horse. Buck Talvers. ''