The door sung open and a man, maybe forty years old, stepped into the small living space. He has long brown hair that knotted down to his lower spine, his chin was covered with a thick layer of stubble that had small chunks of gravel stuck in it. He threw a steel pickaxe to the side, and pulled off his bronze chain mail quickly followed by his shirt, revealing his strong chest and arms. "Hey, anyone here?" his voice went through the bungalow. "Hu, I guess he's not back yet", the man said as he kick off his boots and proceeded to drop onto a nearby couch. "Ah. I hope he get's back soon I haven't eaten for almost two hours". Ten minutes passed and nothing happened. Twenty minutes, thirty. "Damn it", the man said sitting up, "I'm going to the Blue Moon." He walked to the door and re-administered his boots. "He won't mind if I borrow these", he grabbed some black robes from a coat rack and draped himself in them, and then made his way into the cold night.
He made his way through the cold night, taking his time to avoid the gangs and muggers as he headed for the 'Blue Moon'. Soon the man reached a shabby old tavern with the words 'Blue Moon Inn' scratched above the front doorway. He made his way up the few steps that separated the building from the street and shoved his way through the door. One look through the place would tell you everything you needed to know, it was shabby, cold, and the main bar for those who couldn't afford anything else. "Hey Sayr, give me a beer," the man said as he took a seat at the stool he'd grown so accustomed to. The man behind the bar table called Sayr looked at him and said "I thought you'd left town. Haven't seen ya for a while Denson." Sayr was much more slender then Denson, he wore a simple blue shirt and green pants, his greyish hair was trimmed to medium length and shaved often enough that he only had a slight layer of hair on his chin, just enough to give it a brown tint. "Yeah yeah, I know. Rysen's been yelling at me, telling me I gotta stop drinking lately. But I'd never leave Verock. We got gangs and muggers, our kings are losing power, but I like some of the people and I'm not leaving them behind. That and we've got the best beer this side of Kandarin." "Only this side?" the bartender smiled, "Alright, here ya go," Sayr passed a beer down to Denson.
As Denson gulped down the beer the bartender named Sayr said, "You know I still get tourists coming through here, asking about that great hero who saved king Vallence from marauding rogues when they attacked Falador." Denson took another shot of his beer before glaring at Sayr, "So!" "Denson, they still care about you, people still remember you, the hero." "Hm! That hero died that day. And he's never coming BACK!" Denson slammed his fist on the counter, toppling his drink. "Why do you want to run? Why do you want to avoid the praise people have for you? Why did you ever even leave Falador?" "Look, the only reason you know what you know is because I trust you! But I wouldn't put it past me to kill an old bartender I the middle of the night!" he wasn't trying to hide his anger, anther second and he could have jumped Sayr right there. "Fine, your past is your own. All I'm saying is you shouldn't hide, people adore you, worship you, princesses want to mother your son… Kamune"
Hearing the name 'Kamune' be spoken Denson leapt over the counter grabbing a bottle. He smashed it on the counter edge, and held it toward Sayr, "I said drop it!" with incredible speed Sayr crossed around Denson and seized the smashed bottle from his hand. Denson turned around to punch him but his fist only met air. He heard Sayr's calm voice behind him, "alright, I'll change the subject, but only if you don't break any more bottles." "Don't EVER mention that name AGAIN!" Denson roared to the bartender, still breathing heavily, "or my son". Sayr's eyebrow twitched a bit, seeing Denson was angry about his son, and not only by the name Kamune. He threw the broken bottle in his hands to the trash and grabbed a new one, "Here, have some rum on the house. Let's just enjoy the night." Denson climbed back over the bar counter and said "Put the rum back. Just give me your strongest meed," he was starting to catch his breath. The bartender put the rum back on its shelf and grabbed a new one from deep in a bottom cabinet. He dropped it down in front of Denson, "You know there's a reason people don't drink that anymore?" "Yeah, it tastes bad, but if it's strong enough the taste doesn't matter", he pulled the cork out and snatched two semi-clean glasses a few feet away. He poured part of the bottle into each and handed one to Sayr, "Here, it's on the house".
The two men drank into the night, some people found their way into the bar but left once the realized their server was drunker then they wanted to be. "Look, I'm not say-saying I want the grand exchange back here, I-I just don't think Falador deserves to be the economic capital of Gielinor", Denson was giving his views to Sayr. "But Falador's government is the best established these days. It makes sense", Sayr countered much more held together. "Best established! King Vallence might as well gi-give the white knights his title! The monarch's lost all-all power". "Yes, the monarchy is falling, but the city itself is in good shape. The knights have done a good job and who knows, maybe it's time we moved on. The monarchies have had their time, now let's let people who earn power have it, not just people who've been born to power". "Because that is how it works. The monarchs wer-were chose by Guthix himself when time began. They have a divine right to rule and should", Denson was determined to protect the monarchs. "Okay, then tell me why we, the people of Verock, are left in chaos with gangs rising and kings falling. Our economy has been dropping for years and the palace guards are corrupt. And yet Falador, led by the nights, is in an era of control and order?" "Because, since king Ronald the third died we've been led by his wife, a peasant, and until Ronald's son comes of age we'll be stuck like this, and he's still ju-just a child", for a brute, Denson spoke passionately about his beliefs, "besides, don't you like a little chaos?" Denson smiled at his friend. "Personally I prefer order. Those you search for chaos will just find themselves in the clutches of Zamorak", he caught crushed a fly as it went through the air for emphasis. "But, what if someone searched for a controlled chaos?" Denson's smile stretched further as a small gleam appeared in his eye. "Does such a thing really exist", Sayr scoffed. "Of course it does, it's in everything, Guthix gave every living being, every man, every cow, and every tree a bit of both. That's what makes the world what it is". "He gave it to everything did he? Then how do you explain the existence of a beast such as Zamorak?" "Well, there are two exceptions, he made Zamorak have pure chaos, and he made Saradomin exist with pure order". "Okay, okay. Fine, have it your way. Now isn't it about time you go home? I already see the sun peeking over the horizon". "Fine, but we're not through here". "yeah yeah, just wash up next time, you smell worse then the bar". The two men said their good byes and Denson left to get some sleep before the morning.