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Prologue

The usual crowd of Falador was gathered around the statue of Saradomin in the early morning sun, admiring its rise and the orange hue it gave to the surrounding buildings. Some people crossed the bridge to go into the majestic White Knights Castle as a man with a white "bird's nest" for hair that reached his neck entered from the gates to the north of the city. He seemed poor and down on his luck at first glance, since he was wearing a tattered, blue wool tunic and ripped black trousers. That was, until he started asking if anybody had any Rune to sell.

"Y'see, I had some frightfully bad luck out west. Some muggers ran in and jumped me unawares. Took everything I had, except money, y'know?" he started to tell some passerby, curious as to whether or not his newly begotten acquaintance had any of the precious metal.

A youth stepped out of the shop directly to the west of the gates, equipped with full Adamantite armor, smiled, and walked up to the man requesting for Rune. "Hello sir," He said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Rin, and I am looking for some body who is selling Rune. Do you happen to have any?" He asked the younger man kindly.

"I'm afraid not, but if you give me all your items, I know a spell that will change them into Rune. Would you like me to do so?" He asked.

This got the attention of the surrounding people. "It's a scam! Don't listen to him. He's just trying to take your items!" Was what they shouted, but Rin did not listen to reason.

"Listen people, I have nothing to lose. I don't see why I shouldn't, so I'm gonna, and I want to hear nothing else on the matter."

People muttered and questioned his sanity, annoyed that the man had not listened to them as he handed the younger man a bag of everything he had left, but stayed near by just to brag to him when he found out they had been right. The young man cast a low-level alchemy spell, and handed the bag of bronze back to him. Rin put on the Runite he had already had from the beginning and shouted in joy "Thank you! My, such a talented young man, and you are using your gift for good. Nice boy." Rin walked away from the astonished crowd and leaned against the wooden wall of the general store, his job in this scam done.

"Anybody else interested in full Runite?" The young man asked them all, and people rushed up to him, and handed him bags of items, from Bronze to Mithril and even some Adamantite. He stored these in a bag of his own, casting low-level alchemy spells on other things to fool the crowd.

A young man, in his late teens, having finished his trip of steel bars, exited the building that contained the furnace. His Green Dragon armor glistened in the newfound sunlight and made his way through the new crowd Falador seemed to have gathered on his way to the eastern bank of the city. He bumped into the man that was offering the crowd full Runite armor, not interested, being a ranger, and stole the bag of items that the people had given the stranger. He entered the general store and waited for his signal.

A guard, in his usual uniform of a Bronze medium helmet and Iron chain mail, by the gates of the city watched as pandemonium broke loose because the people were not getting any Runite after minutes of waiting. They started to assault the man offering them free Runite, demanding their items back. The guard pointed this out to his fellow workmen, and they went to help the man out. While the guard who had first spotted signs of violence led the man out of the city, the rest of the fleet held back the mob of angry people that wanted either Runite or their items back. Rin knocked on the wall of the General store, and followed the guard, axe at the ready. The young teen inside the general store exited, following the guard as well.

The young teen followed the man and the guard through the road, heading west. They went up the staircase and followed the road, passing through the forest filled with oaks, and the most beautiful yews the teen had ever seen. Rin had long since stopped following them, having stopped to chop down a tree.

The guard came to the point where the road stopped following the mountain. Dwarves went about there business, ignoring the newcomers as easily as he ignored them. His heavy boots fell into line at the bottom of the incline that was the mountain's base, leading the group onward. They climbed the ramp that led, to the south, to the Dwarven Mines and the Black Knights castle to the north. They climbed for hours, straining to reach the summit, and waited as soon as they did. Minutes later, Rin, who had not been too far behind them after chopping down his tree, joined them up there. He lit the logs he had chopped, and settled by the new fire. His four-group team did the same, trying to keep out the cold they hated so much, and had to tolerate at such high altitudes.

"Why don't we buy a house and stop meeting here, Penhaligon?" The teen asked.

"Because, we couldn't afford it before." 'Rin' responded. "Now we can, we shall get one soon. Now, let's see what we got. Come on, show us what is in the bag, Morgan."

Morgan, the teen with the dragon-hide armor, opened the bag with incredible easiness, and spilled the contents onto the snow of the mountain. Robert, the guard, took off his helmet and started to cook some chicken for all of them. He stared at the pile of items on the floor and smiled.

"Nice…" was the only thing he could say.

His twin brother, Abiramiv smiled and said, "Exactly."

As they all stared into the pile of items in front of them, Penhaligon ate some chicken while they all decided what to keep. Abiramiv chose a set of Mithril and a matching 2-handed sword. His brother Robert chose Adamantite, with a scimitar and kite shield. Morgan picked up the Willow long bow and brushed of the snow that had stuck to the side. He picked up all the arrows that were now his, and inserted them into his quiver. Rin, or Penhaligon, rather, didn't get anything, he just rolled up the bag and took the remaining items and started walking down the mountain. "Eat what you wish, we shall sell the rest and split the money in the usual manner. After that, you are free to go back to your families." And left the group in the direction of the vast city of Varrock.

"Why doesn't he ever pick out anything?" Morgan asked.

"Really, the man's set." Abiramiv responded curtly as their leader faded away into the distance, his Runite armor fading in the early light.