After the ordeal with breakfast, our heroes packed their tents and small amounts of belongings, then set out on the trail towards Falador. Despite the gloom of the Sixth Age, and being on edge, afraid of an ambush, everyone was optimistic. Vannaka and Mandrith walked ahead, trading battle scenarios and inquiring as to how the other would defeat, say, a lesser demon without a weapon. Faye and Edge walked behind them, reminiscing about long gone days wandering the streets of Varrock, looking for adventure. Aubury stayed in the rear of the group, obviously lost in his own thoughts. "Watch this" said Vannaka, attempting to show off his balance as he put the hilt of his rather large sword on the back of his hand, and tried to hold it there, upright. At that precise moment, a wind gusted along the exposed path, knocking the sword backward, sticking in the ground, point down, and inch from Edge's foot. Edge let out a sound that was a cross between a sigh and a squeak, and stood frozen to the spot. Vannaka blushed and reached back, pulling the sword from the ground, and said gruffly "You shouldn't walk that closely behind me, girl.". Edge, recovering from the shock of nearly being skewered, reached out and pushed Vannaka sideways, knocking him to the ground. "And you" she said "should work on your concentration and try to avoid killing one of your few allies". The warrior stood, attempting to keep a straight face, and continued to walk. Hunger soon set in, and their provisions were nearly gone, when a deer bounded across the walkway. Mandrith, hungrier than the rest of the group, set off after it with inhuman speed. The buck headed toward a thicket of bushes and hopped in. Mandrith followed. Aubury sighed. "I suppose we ought to follow him" he said. And so they did. About halfway to where they saw Mandrith disappear, they heard shouts and a thump, followed by a string of curses rarely heard by human ears. They crossed over a bush and saw Mandrith clutching his ankle. Aubury pushed Vannaka and the girls out of the way and bent over. He muttered a few indistinct words and all of a sudden, Mandrith shifted and stood. "I think I had broken ankle." he said. "What would we ever do without you Aubury?" "Probably all die in an excruciatingly painful manner" said the mage, matter-of-factly. From up ahead, they heard the beating of wings and a man's howl of pain. This time, Edge ran ahead and saw a man in the armor of the fallen White Knights with a white longsword and kiteshield beating back at least five vampyres. The rest of the team caught up and saw what was going on. Everyone drew their weapons and prepared to help the knight. Seeing that they were outnumbered, the vampires flew away, leaving the knight on the ground gasping for air. He gestured at his helm and Edge ran up to him and pulled it off, revealing the bloody, but still very much alive, last knight of Falador, Sir Amik Varze.