Something ravages my mind…
A calling in the night…
We turn northeast…
The armor and weapons the monks gave me were very decent. How they came across them I never knew.
As I slung a pack over my shoulder, Langley ran up to me. He too was packed for a trip.
"If you don't mind, I would like to join you on your journey. Strange happenings are afoot, and I would like to learn more of them."
I had no objections, so we prepared ourselves and set out.
It was noontime and the forest was very much alive. Birds foreign to Misthalin chirped in the boughs of the evergreens. Squirrels and deer trotted around, keeping no notice to us travelers. I guessed they were used to the passage of monks.
The days went by fast. Over time Langley and I became very good friends. We laughed and joked with each other. It was quite a relief from the toil of being a soldier of Varrock. However, the darkness of what was happening still left me feeling a little empty.
After about a week and a half we happened upon the main road. To the east, it curved on, and I thought I saw smoke rising in the distance. To the west it ran on under the shadow of Ice Mountain and out of sight.
"We will travel west for a few days until the road bends south," Langley said. At the end of the road we will reach an intersection with a statue of Saradomin in the middle. The road south will take us to Falador within a day."
"Okay, sounds good."
As we traveled on I often looked back to the west to see if the King was coming. Perhaps a large procession of grand soldiers, I had hoped. But I never saw anything different.
At a certain point under the mountain I thought I heard crunching and banging sounds. They seemed to come from inside the mountain. Even sometimes under my very feet.
Langley filled me in. "The sounds you hear come from the Dwarven Mine. It is a vast underground structure that stretches from underneath the mountain to the underground of Falador itself. Some say there is a secret passage that can gain you access somewhere in the city."
"Dwarves!" Things were so different outside of Misthalin.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I saw a hooded figure walking on the road. It paid no attention to me and continued walking east. All I could see of it were glowing red eyes. That image haunted me on the rest of the trip to falador.