It was an ordinary day in Lumbridge – I was wandering around town, meeting up with friends, avoiding goblins – when I happened upon my old friend, Fred, the farmer. He asked me for some help getting some balls of wool. Only problem was he needed black wool, since black is the new fashion. Of course I agreed to help out, and fortunately I coerced a couple of my friends into helping, too.

After a time chasing after the sheep in the pen next to Fred's house, we managed to catch and shear enough for the amount of wool Fred needed. I remembered a friend of mine telling me there was a loom back in the castle so we headed directly there. Boy, was it a headache finding it, though! When we did, it wasn't such a chore to spin the wool into wool balls. So, back to Fred's we went.

Unfortunately, when we got back to Fred's, my friends and I didn't have enough wool to help him. He was pretty upset with us for wasting his time, but I assured him I would make it up to him somehow. Maybe by getting rid of the goblins in his front yard…