My first arrival in Lumbridge was a strange day filled with busy bodies and a few crazed maniacs hacking away at any tree they could find. I would think my old grey hairs would save me from the "hey you're new here" speech at least some of the time. But nooo, every little townie with a degree in chatter had to spread the good news about whatever their day job is. Granted this can be helpful when I realize I have no money or food. But do I really have to make some greenhorn's armor for him? Sheesh. All day long I got the same gab about everything. It reminds me of a young nobleman's story he shared when he sneaked into the pub with the soldiers. Every tutor thought his work was the most important for the pupil, so they all talked incessantly and made the rich fool plunge into every minutia of the work. As if he needs to know how to make a potion of wart removal.
Just the same, every nobody and do-body wanted to bring me into their world. Sheep shearing, baking, animal spirits, milking, fetching, fishing, smithing. Goodness I thought I already earned these grey hairs. Finally Nails Newton actually gave me something interesting, but it was my disgusting work the whole way through. Poisoning that old rich basterd kept me in good spirits for days. Hey, why couldn't I have been the plan man? I've got great plans! Anyway I left these buggers behind and to go what some giants. This bickering dwarf couple were like my aunt and uncle. Always on something useless; but they came through for me, and we got the sneak attach=k on the trolls. Maybe I'll like it here in Lumbridge after all.
-JIBAcat