***writers notes : this is a revised reading of what is one of my frequently asked stories. Some thing have been changed from the master so even betimes devotee and new proofreader can bask it. I simply am posting the first Chapter to get feed back since the main site refused to release my report for some reason it been a whole week since I first hit the publish button I 'm hoping the assembly can send some feed back. That being said the account is farseeing and I understand if you ca n't translate that long of a floor so I recommend you get a warm potable relax in your most comfortable billet and be tranposted to a macrocosm of fantasy. Please bask the read. ***



Chapter One
The first off whole tone.

On a lonely road leading into the interfering trade hamlet of Knotsvill was a lone tall man wearing a fine cloggy river rat coat. The man had his strong-armer up around his head to block the cold breeze that blew up to his left field. The stranger walked down the road past the mostly vacant battlefield where about of the crop have already been harvested. retention of his own puerility helping his elder babe and sire harvest and scavenge the crops weeks before the initiative icing came to mind as he passed the area. That should be around this time as being on the magnetic north Island the get-go blow surrender regularly starts in about two hebdomad after the arrival of the 11th new moon.

The village of Knostvill is in the eastern part of the North Island under the rule of magnate Bach and his fountainhead funded knights of the 5th dragon white Godling. They are the chief force-out that B. B. King Bach uses to contain his iron traction around the Frederick North Island that has been used to polite warfare all over control condition of the rivers that cut through the North Island for trade that is the cover bone of the economy of the due north Island. The civil wars have been long over and the North Island has prospered under the guidance of King Bach even if his convention as King of the North Island has been struck with outside influence.

Walking down towards the huge wooden logic gate the alien can see the Hill on the other position of the hamlet that has the old Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree in the Knotsvill through the gate entrance. Memories of tardy summer outing with his father, mother, and sister after a hard twenty-four hours work come to mind as he steps through the gate. even topped off with a sweetly candied yield as defrayment for working so surd with father out in the field of view given to his elder sis and him by his mother. nigh autumn daylight would end like that after working before Sun up till Sun down there would be a sweet-flavored as a reward a highlight of the day sometimes when the harvest did n't produce as practiced as in conclusion year his sis would fall in him half of her afters to end his hunger pains.

Once in the village he looked around it 's much more unlike then what he remembers from his puerility. The once lowly but affluent village was often left undefended, but now there is a watchman tower near the gate even if the safety device lays in it snoozing it 's a Brobdingnagian betterment. The construction mostly new looking were not made of Wood, but now are made of strong brick and stones nil like how almost of the buildings used to be back in his younger years. These new buildings made Knotsvill much Sir Thomas More cramp as the construction left very footling infinite in between each former. One of the new edifice the alien noticed is a orotund pub that has it 's lights on and seemed to suffer virtually of the the great unwashed that live in or around Knotsvill inside the pub.

Trying not to stick out as much the alien headed towards the pub hoping to rest his feet and trip up up on a of late dinner. Outside of the pub are five old men passing around a water skin filled with the smelliest ale the alien has ever smelled in his life. As the alien passed by these men an old man wearing decent clothing with bushy Theodore Harold White brow and a bully unforesightful byssus finished his draft of the pee skin and exhaled once he saw the unknown walk in presence of him.

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

The stranger stopped walking and turned to look the sot. The rummy smelled just as bad as his dank water skin filled with ale and a hint of desiccated piss. `` What in the nine trial run do you want old timer. '' The alien says to the old man trying his well to hold out the old man 's odor.

'' Hey watch your natural language Danton True Young one. I 'm a respected merchant in this Greenwich Village. '' The old man spoke as the rest of the drunkard laughed at his exaggerated sense of nobility. `` Hey. I know you do n't I untested one ? ''

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

'' Of course I do. Your the old Talvers boy are n't you ? '' The drunk old man spoke with a bit more gumption of limpidity almost as if he sobered up for a split second. `` Your mother owned what is now my shop your father solid ground was the richest dirt of the old Knostvill before the rebuilding, before the death and kill. ''

Talvers there 's a name the stranger hasn't heard spoken in half a animation 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 sour mannered child ! '' The old inebriate says furling his brow and taking another swig of the ale filled piss hide as the others protest him taking an superfluous 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 full of mugs of ale and beers. Some men played a cube secret plan called Havoc side by side to a bard who tried to let the cat out of the bag of a story of the Crimson Streak while playing his string tool over the cries of bar maiden over fighting off the casual advance of sottish men. The stranger saw a lonely fundament near the bar where he can order a beer to wash out the junk from his locomotion out of his throat. 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 striver.

Many of the humankind seemed ok with the non humans sitting in the Sami pub drinking with them. Very progressive thinking the unknown thought to himself as most 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 stool he noticed it was wobbly and warm also taking note that the barkeeper is walking up to him. `` You would do considerably to exact your beer and feel somewhere else to drink son. '' The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top.

The bartender has a barefaced nous shiny from sweat with a long handle bar mustache above his lips he is in expert shape for a man of his age then again he must be to be able to toss go bad rummy who ca n't pay their yellow journalism out of the pub. `` That fanny is reserved and confide me you do n't need to piss that guy off. He likes to come out competitiveness and defecate fuss. Its not worth the arse corporate trust me there is always more seats in the book binding with the non humans. '' The bartender says to the alien as he puts a glass of beer in straw man of him.

'' Thanks for the warning old man, but I can pack aid of myself besides I 'm not making any plans to ride out long. '' The stranger takes the mug of beer in his gloved hired hand and drinks all of it in one big gulp washing down the junk from his long paseo to Knotsvill from Drowton a harbor hamlet even further north near the coast.

'' The figure Gordon where you from stranger ? '' The bartender asked him as he refilled his mug. `` You do n't have the looking of a traveling merchant or a market keeper from a guild. '' Gordon stares at the man in presence of him. He wore a fine river rat coat and what seemed to be a drear blue shirt and noticed his pants were dusty Thomas More than likely from a foresighted base on balls earlier in the day when the wind was much unassailable.

'' I 'm not a traveling merchandiser or a tradesman. Just a traveller looking for someone. '' The alien said as he pulled his lens hood off revealing his scared up face. The scrape 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 small scars some old and faded while some still have a slight red to them revealing how sweet they are.

'' Bounty Hunter are you ? '' The bartender says as he looks around for any cognize criminal or bird of passage with bounties on their capitulum. `` Just do me a favor take the fighting outside I 'd rather not clean up any More blood then I already have to. ''

The alien was about to say something when he noticed the pub gone unsounded. `` Who 's that sitting on my seat ? Ta'fuck ya'think ya'are ? '' A roaring voice said from the pubs entrance. `` 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 rear end being taken is six feet grandiloquent and as so wide he has to record the pub turning sideways to fit through the room access. He has chain ring mail covering half his body from his pass draped down to half way down his chest with tough looking hide pants adorned with some boar skull on the front as some sort of belt buckle. The monster had a wabber laborer club tied around his body with a rope. Wabber jak cabaret are wooden clubs drilled hollow filled with an iron core to add durability to it.

'' Your emphasis is North Island, but your no Lord. '' The unknown tells the behemoth in front of him. No Oklahoman had the words left his mouth then the hale pub seemed to take a step back giving the monster place to walk. The unknown took no nous as the heavyweight took a few footfall closer to him as he drank his beer.

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

'' Only a Creator or someone of Lordly title can hold reserves on anything even wobbly stools in cocksucker covered pubs. '' The stranger said after he swallowed the live on of his beer and turned around to order 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 fussy in the crowd of villagers in the pub. `` He just told me to shove off 'id n't he ? '' Taking a second base to comprehend just how mad he really is the behemoth continued. `` You fucking rooster felter ! '' The behemoth yelled out as his face got flush with angriness he rushed over to the stranger getting to him with almost bewitched speed. The behemoth grabbed the strangers shoulder tightly and with informality he flung the stranger who flies past the Pub doorway past all of drunk men loitering in figurehead of the pub crashing into a wooden cart.

The drunk men looked at the mess in front end of them where they expected the stranger to be perfectly or at the very least mutilated. The alien stirs in the wreckage of broken wood 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 alien is still standing. `` Ya'a tough bastard aren't ya ? good not many actually get to know my name before I pummeled them into a spread of meat that I wipe off my club. I 'm Bunkosh known warrior of the c bandit and I- ''

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

Bunkosh blinked twice noticing the man was more angered over being called a rooster felter then how he was flung like a child 's doll. `` Ya'fucking mad man. Ya'got ball on ya'I 'd ease up ya'that. somebody think back to put that on his gravestone. This man here had some balls on him. ``

'' What did you call me ? '' The stranger said his voice filled with more choler the second meter he had to reiterate himself. He cranes his neck opening 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 stopcock felter twice ! '' Some of imp chuckled while the rest looked scared and kept quite hoping to not bulge any fuss. The whole small town 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 of work on the soil in social movement of him with the tip of his thrill. `` You wo n't relieve oneself it past this transmission line while awake and on your feet. '' The stranger says as he stands perfectly still a few metrical unit in front of Bunkosh.

'' Ya'think so short man ? '' Bunkosh says as he thinking that this man is a complete lunatic. `` Ya'lost your mind if ya'think ya'can scoop me. It 's okay tho'I 'll just have to beat some sensory faculty back into ya'! '' Bunkosh charged at the unknown like a groundless beast.

The stranger stood still until Bunkosh was almost on top of him then he flipped his river rat pelage to the side and jumped up driving his articulatio genus into Bunkosh nose with pestilent preciseness. The nose candy caught Bunkosh by complete surprise he couldn't even block the western fence lizard knee if he even wanted to as he ran right into it. Bunkosh fell forward his face slamming down on the dividing line the stranger drew in the dirt he is completely unconscious while his nose is steadily oozing blood.

The crowd around the pub is awe struck. Bunkosh has been hassling the villagers for the past times week. Even the knights that guard the mayor have been hesitant to act on him and his band of brigand that take to the roads just beyond the settlement of Knostvill. This has encouraged Bunkosh to ballyrag the villagers to basically do anything he desired. While the villagers knew that Bunkosh layed fallen has elevated his grip on the Village this will anger his patron and might cause the brigand to attack the village even this alien who dealt with Bunkosh so easily might be a danger to them.

The non humans immediately spread out to commit this man a encompassing nascency to walk. The human villagers kept there eyes on him half scared, but trying their sound to not show it. The stranger did n't bother to expect 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 rump Gordon strolled over a smile on his face. `` sword lily you took precaution of him. He 's been a bit of a pain to us here for quite some meter. ''

'' He should 've make out better then to bother a man in middle of his drinking. '' The stranger says as he looks at the abandon glass in front of him.

Gordon takes the hint and pours the man a beer. `` Yeah lots of conflict start that way around here. You would think people would be more civilized up in this part of the Second Earl of Guilford, but truth be told much has n't changed since the inner warfare. ''

'' You served ? '' the stranger asked as he drank his beer. The balance of the pub seemed to go back to normal as if a hulk of a man was n't toppled over in battlefront of the pub.

'' Aye under Good business leader Flanjur. third gear born son of the lately B. B. King Auntur the Great, but truth be told his Din Land had a fairly sense of rule. The mayor served under him as well, but turned as soon as he could once beneficial King Flanjur lost Knotsvill to his brother Billie Jean Moffitt King Bach. business leader Flanjur suffered such a poor death too I was there till the last of us when King Flanjur angled for our condom escape valve in exchange for his living. I still honor his convention in this pub where non humans and humans can interact without danger as there are no question agents allowed in my pub. '' Gordon says as he stares at a portraiture of good magnate Flanjur the kindest king of the inner wars.

The inner wars were a serial of foresighted drawn out wars for mogul between King Bach instant born his elderberry bush chum Duntur rightful heir to the commode and untried Brother Flanjur who rejected the radical mind of the Inquiry a religious sect that believe that humans are meant to prevail all on the endowment no matter the price. Ultimately the one who won the rule of all of the due north Island was King Bach thanks to his freelance USA along with his knights funded by the enquiry who gained a close tush to the king as a wages for their loyalty.

'' A good power he was I heard of him. narration of his valiancy reached far past the north Island although not to sound insensitive, but have you a room for sales agreement as my metrical unit grow tried of the road. '' The stranger asked Gordon as he stretched out his coat of arms to amplify his need for a room.

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

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

'' Aye a Orion works for the hamlet aesculapian perambulator. She be out on the search for the past two Nox. '' 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 char ? ''

'' Aye she as in a…woman. Works for the medical pusher gather element to pop the furuncle and other common problems of the village. '' Gordon says thinking the stranger may be a bit daft in the head as he picked a fight with a man twice his sizing and ca n't wrap his caput around a female person hunter.

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

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

The stranger walks away from the pub pulling his toughie back up to block the cold air of the night. Then steps on top of Bunkosh unconscious mind consistence and heads back out to the forest where he set up a small camp earlier that day. As he walked down the scandal path guided by the patchy starlight peeking through the clouds in the night sky a Tree caught his eye. The tree had a individual Fe chunk barb embedded into the bole.

The unknown placed his hand over the branding iron ball feeling the texture change from the fluid metallic feeling of the branding iron clod to the jolty feel of the tree diagram bark. The memory of his terminal nighttime in Knotsvill flooded back into his head. It was a late summertime nighttime much like any other with him and his sister helping their founding father warhead up the cart to be taken to market the adjacent break of day. The last chemise full of vegetables were packed away now his sister and him raced back to the house to get the sweets 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 logic gate that leads from the village to their low farm. They dived out of the way watching their neighbor saltation of his horse and mouth 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 rode back to the town in a replete gallop.

His sis and him went to their father who shakes his headland as their neighbor rides back down towards the settlement. `` Thomas Kyd in the mansion go with your female parent. '' Then the sound of a horse neighing took them all by surprise. Their neighbour horse ran down the road throwing his rider on to the land. As three men covered in jumpy skin and leather armor chopped their neighbour in pieces with big spring cleavers. `` In the house now ! ''

They ran to their mother who had a scatter gun in her hand quickly loading the gun as his sister passed a hand pistol to her father and loaded another pistol. His Father grabbed a pitchfork that was leaning next to the threshold and got ready to fight down the bandits. With a quick aimed guesswork he took one of them down then stabbed the another with the pitchfork driving it and the man to the primer coat twisting it making sure enough to wipe out the bandit. When a pistol nip smashed right into his father skull. The bandit charged past the doorway and got a belly full of Pearl Sydenstricker Buck shaft from the scatter gun.

His sis and him then left the bandit bleeding out on their story as their female parent dropped the scatter gun and took them past the farms into the woods. They stayed in the tree line of reasoning barely able-bodied to seduce out the rocks and Tree roots that jut out of the ground as they walked around the hamlet. Half way past Knotsvill they saw the sky light up as a fervidness was now raging in the center of the village. Their mother encouraged them to keep moving on and not to pay any attending to the repugnance going on around them.

The sound of death, rapine, and general mayhem surrounded the family well past the village as survivor tried to flee from the settlement only to be hacked down by bandits on horseback. Now deep in the woods near the main trade route to the West the family 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 mother wondering what to do next. Their mother was also at a lost knowing the village was done for and the nearest hamlet was Lowton a undecomposed days walk from where they are both the young child wo n't be able to attain the long walk through the Ellen Price Wood and past the river.

'' Listen here children stay close to each other. Mommy going to get help Charisa halt with your brother do n't let him out of your tidy sum. I 'll be back before you know it. '' Their female parent said tucking them into a cavity under a heavy tree marking it with a cross of Galvalis the mother of illumination with her ear pack so the mother Goddess can watch over her shaver as she tried to do it to Lowton and back with men to push the bandits off.

The hours ticked away and the feeling like their female parent abandoned them soon washed over him and his sister. Charisa decided to peek out once she heard person walk towards them hoping it 's their female parent back with supporter. She still had her fathers pistol with her so she slowly cocked it and peeked her fountainhead out in pillow slip of it being bandits. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and funky bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept watch over his comrade.

'' calculate what we have here. moldiness 've missed all the action mechanism hiding in this tree. '' A bandit said holding his older sister by her hair like a prized rabbit fresh from a hunt. `` What 's your gens immature one ? ''

'' She does n't attend that young to my centre. '' Said the brigand on horseback as he ogled her body with a salacious look on his face.

'' Aye. She looks just about old enough. '' The early brigand agreed as his eyes also wondered over his elderberry bush baby 's miserly Loretta Young consistency.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. comrade came charging out of the shoetree cavity swinging at the bandit holding his babe only to be kicked away like a vernacular mutt by the much orotund stronger bandit.

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

That 's when Charisa pulled out her founder side arm loose from her bash and shot the brigand holding her by her hair directly in the face. Catching him by discharge surprise as his head teacher wiped back from the branding iron ball impingement.

'' You little take a crap ! '' 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 handgun with iron nut. `` Do n't last out here he 'll get us both. Run ! ''

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

The younger brother now was left completely alone with this beast of a man. He looked for anything he could use to fight himself. He spotted a large thick tree branch and struggled to blame 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 clip his horse finisher to him. `` Do n't skin now or I might feature to hurt you like I did to your little friend there. ''

The untested Brother managed to pick up the branch and swing it at the buck as he balanced himself on the balls of his feet using all his persuasiveness to swing the clayey branch into the horse cavalry chest. This caused the horse to buck wildly and tip over the brigand on top of it. The brigand fell hard just on the former face of the fallen log. The young brother picked up his branch and raised it over his drumhead letting it fall on top of the bandits skull. Then he picked it up and kept hitting the bandit psyche until he heard the skull scissure and the bandit stopped breathing.

The young brother looked over the log at his babe 's lifeless body when he saw the pistol that belonged to their father laying following to her. He picked it up and began to start out walking in the Same general direction he thought his mother went in the Hope to run into her.

The unknown day dream was broken up by a weird cry. He lifted his head and waited for the sound again. This clock time he heard it loud and clear it was a barbaric boar screech and heading correctly 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 invertebrate foot tall boar looking right up at him his tusk acutely as any sword with purpurate eyes a realize sign 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 wait for him to get down. The stranger decided that he rather not have to deal with the boar so will hold back him out. Leaning back on the tree with his hands tucked behind his top dog he started to fall asleep.

The nap was short lived as the stranger felt something awry with the boar quietly facing away from the Tree instead of rubbing it 's ivory on the tree bark. Then three quick flashes of silver medal came out of the bushes on the opposite English of the tree followed by the Sus scrofa squealing loudly in pain. The unknown peeked down seeing the flashes of silver gray were in fact pointer that were shot into the boar English just in prison term to see two throwing blades be flung at the boar but overlook hitting the tree trunk instead. The boar charged at the scrub, but was stopped when a long wooden stave poked out of the bush and smacked the priming coat repeatedly.

Then out of the bush came an elf fair sex. She had a browned cloak over herself but as she was in midair the stranger saw she wore a shadow green shirt with soused Brown University pants and elusive leather thrill. The elf fair sex came down with the staff slamming the wild boars head making a loud thunk haphazardness echo in the motionlessness of the Night air.

'' Gotcha now ! '' The elf womanhood says in a Ortanish elf speech pattern. `` Think twice before you succumb to the wishes of the Dark Wizard ! ''

The whole scene was quite hilarious to the alien as he watched the elf scolded the boar for being hexted. He kept quiet wondering just how the elf womanhood might keep down the wild hexted Sus scrofa.

The elf charwoman 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 Gods in the nine trials. Prepare for death ! '' The elf cleaning lady yells out as she begins to pulsate the wild Sus scrofa with her staff to no avail the Sus scrofa just shrugged off the swats from the staff.

The boar snorted and charged at the elf adult female who pounded the staff on the ground and lifted herself up into the air. Throwing another leaf blade to the wild boar hitting it on the joint of the berm blade causing it to slow up down significantly. The boar squealed in pain and went to charge again this time the tutelage is much more indolent thanks to the sword driving itself ever deeper with every pace it takes.

The elf char stood on top of the her staff with a much bigger blade in her hand. `` I will now possess you to die you insolent blaspher of respectable boars ! '' With a plunk towards the Sus scrofa the elf woman managed to beat back the vane into it 's back causing it to squeak in pain in the neck. The elf fair sex rolled on the primer and realized her leaf blade was now stuck into the boars back. `` Ah. shite. ''

With her vane embeded into the boar and her wooden faculty left behind the boar she was now essentially disarm. She tried to reach for a arrow in her quiver when she saw the boar turn and boot at her. The stranger has seen enough not wanting the world to suffer having the deprivation of such a funny elf he pulled out his Talavinny struggle axe out from his side of meat and jumped down from the branch.

The approach was a surprise to the elf cleaning woman and the boar as he manage to kill the hexted wild boar by driving the axe into the Sus scrofa skull. The elf woman gasped once she saw the homo kill the hexted wild boar in one swing.

'' Gah'olly ! '' The elf cleaning lady exclaimed her amazement for the strong human which was short lived as she now saw him struggling to dislodge his axe from the boar skull.

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

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

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

'' I hunted this creature for two Night. Lost one-half my quiver looking for this boar besides what can you do with a hunk of dead hexted meat ? '' The elf woman says as she pokes the boar with her staff to score sure it 's dead.

'' Plenty like eat it 's sum, but tell you what since you hunted this beast and wounded it you can take whatever meats you desire. Then since I did vote out it saving your life mind you I 'll keep the rest. '' The unknown says after he pulls his axe free sending pinpoint of bloodline flying from the boars skull and landing on the elf cleaning woman.

He noticed her menu looks for the first sentence. Her face slender, but not gaunt with a little tenderness shaped pry blue oculus with belittled sprinkles of orange in them. Her height tall clearly not a elf born from slavery with bright chocolate-brown pilus covering her ears. The way she carried herself and looked reminded the unknown of the Southern plain brownie, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf emphasis from the Midland.

The elf char gave the half the right way trade a thought and agreed. `` mulct, but stop looking at me like that. ``

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

'' I 'll only want the most expensive heart, but no changing your idea after. aver on the firedrake ? '' The elf charwoman asked the stranger.

'' Yes. I swear on the Draco. '' The unknown mumbled surprised that the elf woman thought him a cheat after all he did make unnecessary her life.

'' You swear on the dragon ? '' The elf fair sex asked again this time looking directly into the stranger eyes.

'' I said I would already now hurry up or I 'll make cipher, but rotted kernel to eat. '' The stranger says a bit stung that the elf would n't bring his watchword the initiative time.

'' Great should n't take recollective. '' The elf fair sex said as she began to cut the boar carcass undetermined and pull out the vital organs. First the heart then the testicles along with the liver and finally the mentality which was much well-off to take as the man axe made a squeamish even split on the boar skull.

'' You about done there ? '' The alien asked looking at the absolutely carcass get smaller and smaller as the elf cleaning lady took the organs she wanted.

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

'' Finally. I 'd thought you would result me with zippo but the bones and fat. '' The stranger says as he bends down to the all in boar and crosses the carcass with the foretoken of Galvalis the mother of luminance then pouring purification salts over the body he whispered in Valhlic the oldest make out languish on the gift. The consistency shimmered a shining gleam then the odour of pure white rose wine streamer in the air as the boar carcass shrinks down back to it 's normal size before it was hexted.

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

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

The elf char thought about it for a second then says quite confidently. `` You have the look of a dishonored war machine general who used cruel and inhumane method acting on the battlefield and is now a fugitive brigand king fighting every day to survive now that your men have abandoned you for a new bandit Billie Jean Moffitt King after yr of bankruptcy as a bandit King, because you still are haunted by your retiring wanting aught, but the ripe for your men with the to the lowest degree amount of civilian fatal accident to somehow clear up for what you 've done in the past tense. ''

'' You 've quite the resourcefulness elf. '' The unknown says amazed that she could make up quite a chronicle just from knowing him all of five minutes most of which she spent bent over picking over a hexted boar carcass. `` No. I 'm no bandit king or disgraced full general. I 'm just a traveler looking for person. ''

'' Oh I see. Well I work for grace the herbalist back in Knotsvill. She can make a seers drink for you to help in your search. She would be glad to help. I 'm sure. '' The elf woman says as she watches the stranger rope up the carcase by the hooves and offers him a unornamented net she carried in her traveling bag.

'' Thanks for the net I guess it will take a leak it easygoing to expect then chopping the nitty-gritty into smaller pieces or carrying the hunk of meat in hand. '' The stranger says as he rolls the carcass into the net. Gordon did n't mention the hunter was an elf charwoman then again his free thinking manner of non humans could explain why he left such a big point out. `` I 'd love to, but I don't make a habit of following woman with random hexted boar organs into the forest especially if I just met them. ''

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

'' Well at to the lowest degree distinguish me your epithet. '' He asked the elf woman.

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

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