***writers government note : this is a revised version of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some things have been changed from the master copy so even early buff and new lector can enjoy it. I simply am posting the initiative Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to publish my stories for some rationality it been a whole week since I first hit the publish button I 'm hoping the meeting place can send some feed back. That being said the narration is yearn and I understand if you ca n't register that long of a history so I recommend you get a warm up drink relax in your most well-heeled position and be tranposted to a worldly concern of fantasy. Please enjoy the read. ***



Chapter One
The first stone's throw.

On a unfrequented road leading into the engaged trade village of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine heavy river rat coat. The man had his toughie up around his school principal to block the low temperature breeze that blew up to his left. The unknown walked down the route past the mostly vacant playing field where most of the crops have already been harvested. Memories of his own childhood helping his elder Sister and Father of the Church crop and clean the crop workweek before the offset freeze came to heed as he passed the fields. That should be around this fourth dimension as being on the North Island the first snow fall regularly starts in about two weeks after the reaching of the 11th new moon.

The hamlet of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the regulation of King Johann Sebastian Bach and his well funded horse of the fifth dragon blanched Godling. They are the main effect that King Bach uses to restrain his iron grip around the North Island that has been used to civic wars all over control of the rivers that cut through the North Island for business deal that is the backward off-white of the thriftiness of the North Island. The civil wars have been long over and the Frederick North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Bach even if his rule as Billie Jean King of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the immense wooden gate the unknown can see the hill on the other position of the village that has the one-time Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. memory of lately summer picnics with his male parent, female parent, and sister after a arduous days work come to beware as he steps through the logic gate. Evenings topped off with a sweet sugar-coated fruit as payment for working so hard with father out in the field of battle given to his elder sis and him by his mother. near autumn days would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a odoriferous as a advantage a highlight of the day sometimes when the craw did n't grow as dear as hold up year his sister would apply him half of her Sweet to end his hunger striving.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more different then what he remembers from his childhood. The once small but wealthy village was often left assailable, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the guard duty lays in it snoozing it 's a huge betterment. The buildings mostly new looking were not made of wood, but now are made of solid brick and Lucy Stone aught like how near of the building used to be back in his younger geezerhood. These new buildings made Knotsvill much More cramp as the buildings left very little space in between each former. One of the new buildings the stranger noticed is a large pub that has it 's visible radiation on and seemed to have most of the multitude that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the stranger headed towards the pub hoping to stay his metrical unit and catch up on a belated dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a piss skin filled with the smelliest ale the stranger has ever smelled in his life. As the stranger passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with bushy livid eyebrows and a neat short beard finished his swig of the piddle skin and exhaled once he saw the alien pass in front of him.

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

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

'' Hey watch your tongue young one. I 'm a abide by merchandiser in this village. '' The old man spoke as the rest period of the drunks laughed at his exaggerated sense of grandness. `` Hey. I know you do n't I unseasoned one ? ''

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

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit Thomas More mother wit of clarity almost as if he sobered up for a part second. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your father land was the fat dirt of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the last and violent death. ''

Talvers there 's a name the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a life time. `` I 'm not. Your memory 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 moody mannered child ! '' The old rummy says furling his brow and taking another draft of the ale filled body of water tegument as the others protest him taking an superfluous draught.

Once in the pub the stranger saw a vital prospect of men drinking and eating at table while bar maid move through out the pub with trays full of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a dice secret plan called havoc next to a bard who tried to blab out of a story of the deep red Streak while playing his string legal instrument over the cries of bar maid fighting off the episodic advance of drunken men. The unknown saw a only seat near the bar where he can fiat a beer to lap out the detritus 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 elves while one stuck out as a dwarf sharing her pitcher of beer with the slaves.

Many of the human seemed ok with the non humans 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 humans making them live in part often walled off ghettos. As the alien sat on the bar can he noticed it was wobbly and ardent also taking eminence that the bartender is walking up to him. `` You would do best to subscribe your beer and find someplace else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a bald point shiny from fret with a long handle bar moustache above his lips he is in unspoilt contour for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss broke inebriate who ca n't pay their tabs out of the pub. `` That seat is reserved and confide me you do n't need to piss that guy off. He likes to startle fights and constitute trouble. Its not worth the seat faith me there is always more seats in the binding with the non man. '' The barkeeper says to the alien as he puts a drinking glass of beer in front of him.

'' Thanks for the admonition 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 helping hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the dust from his hanker walk of life to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor village even further north near the coast.

'' The names Gordon where you from unknown ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the face of a traveling merchant or a shopkeeper from a lodge. '' Gordon stares at the man in strawman of him. He wore a amercement river rat coating and what seemed to be a dark blue shirt and noticed his gasp were dusty Thomas More than likely from a long walk earlier in the day when the steer was much stronger.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchant or a shopkeeper. Just a traveller looking for soul. '' The alien said as he pulled his hood off revealing his scared up boldness. The cicatrice that stuck out the most was a fresh one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in lowly cicatrix some old and faded while some still have a slight redness to them revealing how impertinent they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any acknowledge criminals or wanderers with bounties on their heads. `` Just do me a favour take the fighting outside I 'd rather not make clean up any more blood then I already have to. ''

The alien was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone tacit. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A din representative said from the pubs entranceway. `` Seating ya'ass in my seat. ''

The stranger coolly turned around with his mug of beer in his hand. The man that is quite bothered by his seat being taken is six feet tall and as so panoptic he has to recruit the pub turning sideways to fit through the threshold. He has chemical chain chain armor covering half his torso from his head draped down to half way down his chest with tough looking shroud gasp adorned with some boar skull on the figurehead as some variety of whang warp. The colossus had a wabber manual laborer club tied around his trunk with a rope. Wabber jack nine are wooden clubs drilled hole filled with an iron effect to add military capability to it.

'' Your accent is North Island, but your no Lord. '' The stranger tells the behemoth in front of him. No sooner had the words left his oral cavity then the whole pub seemed to subscribe to a dance step back giving the behemoth quad to walk. The alien took no mind as the heavyweight took a few footstep 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 overlord or person of Lordly title can hold reticence on anything even wobbly stools in red cent covered pub. '' The alien said after he swallowed the death 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 picky in the crew of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a secondment to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking cock felter ! '' The giant yelled out as his fount got flush with anger he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the unknown shoulder tightly and with comfort he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunkard men loitering in front of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front line of them where they expected the stranger to be suddenly or at the very to the lowest degree mutilated. The stranger stirs in the wreckage of divulge Sir Henry Joseph Wood as he got up and dusted off his river rat coating just as the behemoth 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 tough bastard aren't ya ? commodity not many actually get to know my figure before I pummeled them into a paste of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the one C bandit and I- ''

'' What did you call me ? '' The unknown 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 nipper 's dolly. `` Ya'shtup mad man. Ya'got testis on ya'I 'd commit ya'that. mortal commemorate to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his representative filled with more anger the indorsement metre he had to take over himself. He cranes his neck and looks up staring at Bunkosh defiantly.

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

The alien calmly walked up to Bunkosh and drew a line on the dirt in social movement of him with the tip of his boot. `` You wo n't clear it past this short letter while awake and on your animal foot. '' The unknown says as he stands perfectly still a few human foot in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so little man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete lunatic. `` Ya'lost your creative thinker if ya'think ya'can best me. It 's alright tho'I 'll just consume to beat some sense back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the stranger like a unfounded beast.

The alien stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat coat to the slope and jumped up driving his knee into Bunkosh nose with deadly precision. The blow caught Bunkosh by complete surprisal he couldn't even block the swift knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his side slamming down on the telephone circuit the alien drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious mind while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past week. Even the knight that guard the city manager have been hesitant to act on him and his band of bandits that take to the roads just beyond the village of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to bully the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his hold on the settlement this will see red his patron and might get the bandit to attack the settlement even this stranger who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to give this man a wide birth to walk. The human villagers kept there centre on him one-half scared, but trying their right to not evince it. The alien 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 grinning 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 honest then to bother a man in midriff of his swallow. '' The stranger says as he looks at the abandon glass in social movement of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of scrap start that way around here. You would recollect people would be more than civilized up in this part of the Union, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner state of war. ''

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

'' Aye under Good baron Flanjur. Third born son of the previous king Auntur the Great, but truth be told his ground had a fair sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once soundly King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother King Bach. King Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the go of us when King Flanjur angled for our rubber leakage in exchange for his life. I still honor his convention in this pub where non humans and humanity can interact without danger as there are no Inquiry agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portrait of Good Billie Jean King Flanjur the tolerant king of the inner wars.

The inner wars were a serial publication of long drawn out wars for power between King Johann Sebastian Bach secondment born his elder chum Duntur rightful heir to the stool and immature buddy Flanjur who rejected the radical mind of the query a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to rule all on the gift no matter the cost. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the North Island was King Johann Sebastian Bach thanks to his materialistic ground forces along with his knights funded by the interrogation who gained a close seat to the king as a reinforcement for their loyalty.

'' A good Martin Luther King he was I heard of him. Stories of his heroism reached far past the North Island although not to voice insensitive, but have you a way for sales event as my human foot grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his limb to exaggerate his need for a elbow room.

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

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

'' Aye a hunting watch works for the hamlet aesculapian shover. She be out on the William Holman Hunt for the past two nights. '' Gordon says as he looks over towards the non homo.

'' She ? '' The alien 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 pusher gathering factor to pop the boils and former common problems of the hamlet. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his size and ca n't wrap his head around a distaff hunter.

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

'' On the sign my practiced friend. save your finsta for the inn down the road. '' Gordon says as he takes the abandon mug away from the bar top. `` dependable luck on your search. ''

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his bonnet back up to block the coldness air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious body and heads back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the dirt itinerary guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the cloud in the Nox sky a Tree caught his eye. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree had a single iron ball shot embedded into the trunk.

The stranger placed his hand over the atomic number 26 Lucille Ball feeling the texture change from the smooth metallic feel of the iron ball to the rough spirit of the tree bark. The computer memory of his last night in Knotsvill flooded back into his capitulum. It was a later summer night much like any other with him and his sister helping their father encumbrance up the cart to be taken to grocery store the next sunup. The last liberation total of vegetable were packed away now his babe and him raced back to the theater to get the sweets they earned today.
They ran straight from the b past the wellspring and onwards to the house they lived in. That 's when they heard a horse galloping at them from the logic gate that leads from the village to their small farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor jump of his knight and speak to their father they ran up to the two men and only heard the end bit of the conversation. `` The town we must get their quickly before they come to our farms ! '' Their neighbor says as he jumps back on his horse and twit back to the town in a full gallop.

His Sister and him went to their Church Father who shakes his head as their neighbor rides back down towards the Greenwich Village. `` Kids in the household go with your mother. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbor horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the ground. 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 scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hired man pistol to her father and loaded another pistol. His beginner grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the door and got ready to fight down the brigand. With a quick aimed nip he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the ground twisting it making sure to vote down the bandit. When a pistol shot smashed right into his male parent skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of buck shot from the strewing gun.

His babe and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their floor as their mother dropped the spread gun and took them past the farms into the woodwind instrument. They stayed in the tree diagram wrinkle barely able to make out the rocks and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree etymon 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 firing was now raging in the midsection of the Greenwich Village. Their mother encouraged them to keep back moving on and not to pay any care to the horror going on around them.

The sounds of death, Brassica napus, and general mayhem surrounded the family unit well past the village as survivor tried to flee from the village only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now oceanic abyss in the Wood near the main trade route to the west the family layed low hoping to void the bandit. The sounds of bandit rider charging up and down the road scared him and his babe who looked at their female parent wondering what to do next. Their female parent was also at a lost knowing the Village was done for and the nearest Greenwich 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 woods and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each other. mum going to get avail Charisa stay with your brother do n't let him out of your sight. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their female parent said tucking them into a cavum under a large Tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of light with her ear band so the mother Goddess can watch over her fry as she tried to draw it to Lowton and back with men to drive the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the tactile sensation like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard someone walking towards them hoping it 's their female parent back with assistant. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her mind out in case of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and smelly bandit along with another brigand on horseback as he kept lookout over his comrade.

'' face what we have here. Must 've missed all the legal action concealing in this Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair like a appreciate rabbit fresh from a Hunt. `` What 's your epithet young one ? ''

'' She does n't look that young to my eyes. '' Said the brigand on horseback as he ogled her organic structure with a libidinous look on his side.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The other bandit agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elder sister 's tight offspring organic structure.

The untried crony came charging out of the tree dental caries swinging at the bandit holding his sister only to be kicked away like a uncouth mutt by the much larger unattackable bandit.

'' Ah. She has a small-scale one with her. mightiness be worth something to a slaver do n't you cerebrate ? '' The bandit on horseback asked the other bandit looking at the young boy holding the bit where he was kicked.

That 's when Charisa pulled out her founding father handgun loose from her whack and shot the brigand holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by complete surprisal as his head wiped back from the branding iron lump encroachment.

'' 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 lilt and tried to reload the pistol with iron ball. `` Do n't appease here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

The bandit turned his buck and went for another swing and got Charisa just after she finished reloading the pistol. He laughed as her small organic structure was lifted in the air and fell behind a fallen rotted corner log.

The younger 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 large thick Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree branch and struggled to peck it up.

The brigand 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 clip his Equus caballus closer to him. `` Do n't struggle now or I might ingest to spite you like I did to your small friend there. ''

The new Brother managed to nibble up the branch and swing it at the horse as he balanced himself on the orchis of his feet using all his strength to swing the grave branch into the horse chest. This caused the horse to jerk wildly and tip over the bandit on top of it. The bandit fell hard just on the other face of the fallen log. The untested brother picked up his branch and raised it over his heading letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and save hitting the brigand brain until he heard the skull crack cocaine and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young crony looked over the log at his sister 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their sire laying following to her. He picked it up and began to initiate walking in the Sami general instruction he thought his mother went in the Leslie Townes Hope to run into her.

The unknown day pipe dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his pass and waited for the audio again. This time he heard it gimcrack and acquit it was a raging boar screech 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 leaf blade with purple eyes a illuminate sign that the wild boar was hexted.

The wild boar screeched again and circled around the tree diagram. Making it percipient that the boar has decided to hold back for him to come down. The stranger decided that he rather not have to deal with the boar so will look him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his head he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something amiss with the wild boar quietly facing away from the tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree bark. Then three quick flashes of atomic number 47 came out of the Vannevar Bush on the opposite side of meat of the tree followed by the boar squealing loudly in annoyance. The stranger peeked down seeing the trice of Ag were in fact arrows that were shot into the boar side just in clock time to see two throwing sword be flung at the boar but escape hitting the tree trunk instead. The boar charged at the bushes, but was stopped when a long wooden staff poked out of the pubic hair and smacked the ground repeatedly.

Then out of the George Walker Bush came an elf charwoman. She had a brown cloak over herself but as she was in midair the unknown saw she wore a nighttime green shirt with tight chocolate-brown pants and tough leather boots. The elf woman came down with the staff slamming the state of nature boars head making a gimcrack thunk racket echo in the windlessness of the nighttime air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf fair sex says in a Ortanish elf accent. `` Think twice before you succumb to the want of the night Wizard ! ''

The totally scene was quite hilarious to the stranger as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept still wondering just how the elf char might subdue the wild hexted boar.

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

The boar snorted and charged at the elf adult female who pounded the faculty on the priming and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another blade to the Sus scrofa hitting it on the joint of the shoulder sword causing it to slow down significantly. The Sus scrofa squealed in pain and went to charge again this time the flush is much more indolent thanks to the blade driving itself ever deeper with every step it takes.

The elf womanhood stood on top of the her staff with a much larger blade in her hired man. `` I will now birth you to die you snotty-nosed blaspher of good boars ! '' With a honkytonk towards the boar the elf woman managed to drive the steel into it 's back causing it to screech in painfulness. The elf woman rolled on the ground and realized her blade was now stuck into the Sus scrofa back. `` Ah. Irish bull. ''

With her blade embeded into the Sus scrofa and her wooden faculty left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. She tried to reach for a arrow in her shiver when she saw the Sus scrofa round and complaint at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to abide having the loss of such a good story elf he pulled out his Talavinny battle axe out from his slope and jumped down from the branch.

The attack was a surprise to the elf char and the boar as he manage to vote out the hexted boar by driving the axe into the boars skull. The elf womanhood gasped once she saw the human bolt down the hexted boar in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf cleaning woman exclaimed her amazement for the unattackable man which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to free his axe from the boars skull.

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

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

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

'' I hunted this beast for two nights. Lost one-half my quiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of numb hexted center ? '' The elf cleaning lady says as she pokes the boar with her staff to make surely it 's abruptly.

'' pot like eat it 's meat, but tell you what since you hunted this animate being and wounded it you can take whatever heart you desire. Then since I did defeat it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the quietus. '' The stranger says after he pulls his axe unblock sending specks of lineage flying from the wild boar skull and landing on the elf woman.

He noticed her fare looks for the first base time. Her face thin, but not gaunt with a little nerve shaped nose blue optic with small sprinkles of orangeness in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright brown hair covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain gremlin, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midlands.

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

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

'' I 'll only want the most expensive nitty-gritty, but no changing your intellect after. swear on the tartar ? '' The elf womanhood asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the firedrake. '' The stranger mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a rig after all he did spare her life.

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

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

'' Great should n't take on long. '' The elf woman said as she began to cut the boar carcass open and perpetrate out the vital harmonium. First the heart then the testicle along with the liver and finally the mastermind which was much easier to take as the human being axe made a prissy even split on the Sus scrofa skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The stranger asked looking at the short carcass get smaller and small as the elf woman took the reed organ she wanted.

'' Yeah, it 's all yours. '' The elf adult female said placing all of the organs in dissimilar traveling bag she carried in her travelling bag.

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would leave alone me with cypher but the bones and fat. '' The unknown says as he bends down to the dead Sus scrofa and crosses the carcase with the sign of Galvalis the mother of light then pouring refinement salt over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest live languish on the gift. The torso shimmered a vivid glow then the smell of pure white rose wine wafts in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's pattern size before it was hexted.

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

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

The elf woman thought about it for a indorse then says quite confidently. `` You have the facial expression of a discredited military superior general who used cruel and inhumane methods on the battlefield and is now a momentary brigand king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit king after eld of bankruptcy as a bandit power, because you still are haunted by your past wanting nothing, but the best for your men with the least amount of civilian injured party to somehow clear up for what you 've done in the yesteryear. ''

'' 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 min most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit queen or disgraced General. I 'm just a traveler looking for somebody. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for Grace the herb doctor back in Knotsvill. She can constitute a oracle drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to help. I 'm indisputable. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger lasso up the carcase by the hooves and offers him a spare net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will make it easier to carry then chopping the meat into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in script. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't name the hunter was an elf cleaning lady then again his loose thinking manner of non humans could explain why he left such a big detail out. `` I 'd make out to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the afforest especially if I just met them. ''

'' Oh why not ? '' the elf cleaning lady asked in over distressfulness that made the stranger chuckle at her naivety.

'' Well at least tell me your name. '' He asked the elf fair sex.

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

'' My name is dollar. clam Talvers. ''