When Truth Lies

"Look," Martin stoops over the man and starts to whisper, "if you won't stop following me, I'll take you so deep into the wilderness that even Saradomin won't save your pitiful behind."

The man whimpers and runs away. As soon as he is out of sight Martin lets off a hearty laugh, "Ha! I guess he won't be needing this." Martin kneels on one knee, takes off his diving apparatus, opens the top, and places everything he just stole off of the man in it then closes the lid, "I love this thing." The words, "D'svyrie Mer Martin," appear in black on the apparatus, only to disappear seconds afterward.

There's a slight clanking noise as Martin gets up. The padding between the rune scales that he has masterfully attached underneath his brown pirate leggings have torn again.

"Hmm, it's that time of year again?"

Ever since Martin had armored his favorite pair of pants, repairing them has become an annual occurance. As a matter of fact, so has all of his armor, considering he has done some custom work to all of them.
Recasting the enchantment to his Rogue top that makes it as strong as Red Dragonhide. Renewing the soft leather on the palm of his gloves and between his thumbs and index fingers.
Having to wash his black face mask every three months because the dye lowered the quality of the mask. Then having to dye it afterwards so it matches his messy jet-black hair and cold, dark eyes.

Then there's the Rogue boots. He always repairs those last because he has to not only renew the leather on the sole of the boot with soft leather, but he also has to reinforce the gaurds and wrappings on his ankle, and make sure that the rune toe plates are always hidden by the black cloth. Martin stands up from his steel-framed workbench at his Rimmington home and performs a couple hops.

"Let's go break these things in! Oh Butler!"

"You called, sir?"

"I did, will you continue to look after the house for free?"

"Under the same conditions, sir?"

"Yes, you may host parties whenever you want and treat the house as if it were yours. I'll be dropping back in sometime tonight, could you set-up the large tub in the Annex Parlor, and prepare it with hot water. That is, if you aren't having guests, if you do, place the tub in the chapel and lock the door, I need some alone time later tonight. As usual whenever I see you, I will go break these in now."

"Very good, sir. I shall perform the task with ease. The tub will be in the chapel."

Martin grabs his Obsidian sword, which he has named the Sword of Winds, and his Enchanted black spear. The staff of the spear is black and has intricate carvings running along the entire spear.

"See you tonight."
"I bid thee farewell and safe journeys, sir."

Martin enters the portal to Ardougne.