The same rule applies where prices are derived from NCP stores rather than the G.E. That meant using the NCP store price for the clothes too, which even surprised me as to how expensive they are. But, I stuck to the rule nonetheless.

The 'jewellery moulds' are; ring mould, necklace mould, amulet mould and bracelet mould.

Urist raced around Varrock with a piece of parchment and pencil in hand, writing down the repairs required and an estimate of the amount of bricks needed. He needed roughly seventeen hundred bricks. It took a few days of early mornings and late evenings, but he made the bricks rather quickly. Gradually, building by building, he repaired the nooks and crannies, the holes and the cracks. A whole month went by before he finished these repairs.

The morning after he finished, a bombardment of knocking at his door woke him. Stunned, Urist wiped his eyes and crawled out of bed rather stiffly. He steadily made his way to the door and opened it. A guard wearing long bronze chainmail, an iron helmet with his face showing and plain leather boots stood upbeat at the door.

"Greetings, Mr. Loric. I'm Captain Rovin and I'm here to escort you to the King, he has summoned you."

"May I get dressed first?"

"Of course, apologies." Urist threw some clothes on and tucked a banana in his pocket. He followed Rovin to the palace, where he introduced Urist to the king in the room he had seen the king whispering to another fellow. "Urist, this is King Roald. Your majesty, this is Urist Loric." Urist bowed, Roald nodded and dismissed Rovin.

"I have your payment for the repairs, it is in that chest on the desk."

"May I?" Roald used his hand to signal he could. Urist stepped forward, opened the chest and counted the money in front of the king. Once it was all counted, he put it in his money pouch. "I'm afraid, your majesty, I haven't had an opportunity to create the ring you requested. I do, however, have the ... stone and the gold ore ready to produce it. I'm currently waiting - "

"For the furnace to arrive, I am aware master dwarf. I have summoned you here today, not just to pay you for your work, but to commission you again. I have had the chance to look over your work and I am pleased with it. Are you aware of the ruins in the centre of the south wall?"

"Vaguely, your majesty, but not in great detail."

"I would like you to build a barracks for me there. There are a few buildings to the west of the church that are attached to it. Guards already live there, but if you can convert the buildings so that the quarters take up less space, or hold more guards, that would be of service."

"What is the budget to be on the project, if I may ask?"

"Ten thousand coins. And I'm willing to pay for the materials and any extra labour you require."

"If I may, your majesty, I would like to ask some terms of my own. Are you aware of the ruins to the south of the smithy I've been renovating?" Roald nodded graciously. "I would like ownership of the land and planning permission to convert the building into a house. I would also like a guarantee to be offered any construction work that may be required by the crown in the future before anybody else."

"I shall have both decreed for you." Urist's heart started pounding with joy.

"Thank you, your majesty."

"I do believe your furnace has arrived. It's being installed as we speak." Urist was speechless. "You may see for yourself." Roald signalled to the door. Urist bowed and left, running as fast as he could to Sani's smithy. As the king had said, the furnace had arrived and Lakki, with a helper, was just finishing the installation. Urist stepped over to Sani and they both stared at the furnace.

"It's beautiful."

"You're just saying that because it cost you money." Urist snorted.

"Damnit. I need to get these two walls up now."

"Don't sweat it. You'll be doing enough of that with the furnace."

"Nay, I'll do it. The other work I have will be more time consuming and I can't expect you to work in the cold, especially with the winter approaching."

"Tell you what. If I could get you cover for your stall, and if I put my work off for a week, would you be willing to work with me for a week flat out to get them done?"

"Sure. Who's the cover?"

"There's a homeless person wandering the backstreets. His name is Charlie. If you can find him lodgings and food, I'm sure he'll help you."

"I'm sure I can provide him with that for a short while. I'll have the bank deliver the bricks and some ore -" Urist rubbed his nose signalling to Sani it was gold or silver. "- and find this Charlie." Sani nodded and off Urist went. He visited the bank across the road and had them deliver the ore, walked to his house and pocketed the dragonstone, and went to the easterly bank. He asked them to deliver the last of the bricks and headed towards the south wall. With his house to the right and Aubrey's shop to the left, he stumbled across a rough looking person.

"A few coins for the poor." He asked with his hand out.

"Is your name Charlie?"

"Depends who's asking."

"My name's Urist. I can give you food and lodgings."

"What's the catch?"

"You'll have to work for me."

"Doing what?"

"To begin with, just to man my stall."

"I guess that's a fair deal." Charlie offered his hand and Urist shook it.

"Here's my house." Urist took him inside and showed him around. He then readied the bath and left Charlie to it, taking a parchment and pencil with him.

Urist made his way to the ruins and looked all around. He asked a guard to show him the quarters, he was surprised to find the guard was quite accepting of his request and guided him around. Urist made notes all the way around. Afterward, he made his way to the front of the wall and took detailed drawings of the ruins. He noted a short portion of the wall on the left side of the ruins could be reinforced, or knocked down to extend the building. Walking back to the church, he walked past the potter's building and through the gate next to it. This was notably the soldiers quarter. The Dancing Donkey Inn was infamous for selling cheap beer and a location for unscrupulous women.

Urist made sure his work was completed quickly. He noted that there was a group of houses in one large building here, housing guards too. The building had an unfamiliar shaping. Rectangle on three sides, one side was curved.

This could be reconstructed to make it a complete rectangle.

A small gap between this building and another building, directly south of the pub, linked two houses for guards. The first building also had a gap between the building and the wall on the eastern and southern sides.

I could extend the building to the wall, adding more rooms, and extend it to the other building, creating one large housing complex. These new rooms would mean those living in the houses to the west of the church could move into these new rooms, leaving a larger area for the barracks.

Urist entered the Fancy Clothes Store and started perusing around.

"May I help you?" A lady said.

"I was wondering if you have any ..." Urist noticed most of the clothes in the shop were actually 'fancy'. "Ordinary clothes. Just a pair of trousers and a shirt will do."

"I have some in the back. The shirt is five hundred and eighty-five coins and the trousers are nine hundred and ten coins."

"Blimey! That's a lot. I'll need to visit the bank to withdraw some money."

"I'll fetch them out the back whilst you do to have them ready," Urist grunted and made his way to his house instead.

It's a good job I sold most of those boots after all.

Urist opened a small chest from under his bed and counted out one thousand, four hundred and ninety-five coins. He only had six pairs of boots left, but the forty he had sold in the last few weeks had totalled fifteen coins short of this amount. Fortunately, the crafting supplies covered this and the few costs he had incurred.

"Charlie!" Urist shouted, Charlie replied. "I'm just fetching you some clothes. If you can hold on a bit longer, I'll bring them too you, saves you putting them old clothes back on."

"Thank you." Urist pulled one of the pairs of boots out and left it next to the door on his way out. He returned straight to the clothes store. The woman was folding the clothes neatly for him. Urist grunted and handed her the money. He took the clothes and took them straight to Charlie.

"I'll leave the clothes and the boots on the chair by the fire for you. I'll let you get dressed now and come to the market when you're finished."

"Ok," Charlie called. Urist made his way to his stall and took a perch on his stool. He just started to settle when a customer appeared. His stall wasn't even open yet, but a customer meant paying his bills.

"Do you have any moulds in stock?"

"I do. I'll just open the stall for you." The woman nodded. Urist unlocked the boards that surrounded his stall and moved them, one by one, to the wall at the back of Baraek's stall where all the boards were kept. Urist returned to the stall slightly flustered but he made sure he didn't breathe heavily.

"I'd like some jewellery moulds, how much are they?"

"The jewellery moulds are five coins each."

"I'll take one of each, please." The woman counted out twenty coins from her pouch whilst Urist picked out the four moulds.

"Could I interest you in a tiara mould? They're normally a hundred coins each, but I can do it for ninety seen as you've bought these."

"Make it eighty coins and I'll have it."

Pfft. Mind, it did only cost me thirty-three to buy.

"You have yourself a deal." Urist picked one out and she counted out the rest of the coins. She handed the hundred coins over and he passed her the moulds. Charlie appeared as she departed. "Great to see you freshened up. Now, onto that job. Here's my stall." Urist wrote down the prices of the items he had for sale and handed it to Charlie. "There's the prices. If the items on the stall sell out, there's replacements in the chest underneath. We're not short of items yet, but if there is an item that gets desperately short, let me know when we're back at home, ok?" Charlie nodded. "Are you ok to look after the stall for the rest of the afternoon?" Charlie nodded again. "If you need any help, Baraek over there will give you a hand or I'm in Sani's smithy just over there." Urist pointed, Charlie nodded again.

Urist took a steady walk over to Sani's and was quite surprised when he arrived. Sani had already started working on the eastern facing wall, building enough of it to house the furnace snugly. Urist stepped over and patted him on the back.

"You've done a grand job. Has the ore arrived?"

"It sure has, it's in the first box next to the furnace." Urist cracked the lid open and shoved enough gold ore into the bar mould. He carefully placed the mould into the furnace and after a few minutes, the molten gold shone joyously. Urist prepared the ring mould with the dragonstone, pulled the bar mould out with the pair of iron pinchers and used it to pour the molten gold into the ring mould. He attentively lay the rind mould on the flat surface of one of the boxes at the back of the pile and cleaned the bar mould in a bucket of water. Sani brought over a cup of tea and the pair sat on some boxes to have a tea break.

Sani agreed to let Urist spend the afternoon drawing up his proposals for the military complex using the desk. It took him a few hours, but he knew what he wanted to propose so he didn't have to spend long on the creative process.

When they finished, Urist raced over to the palace and, with a guard escorting him, visited the king. With the guard at the doorway, Urist handed over the ring covered in a rag. Roald examined it carefully, noting its every sparkle and glitter, the weight of the ring and it's feel on his finger.

"You're workmanship is superb. How much do I owe?"

"A hundred and fifty for the gold ore."

"And for the labour?" Urist went to wave it off but Roald asked again.

"Call it fifty coins." Roald placed the ring in one of the draws of his desk and called the guard back in.

"Get Rovin to bring two hundred coins in here." The guard nodded and left.

"Your majesty, I have brought my proposals for the military base. I wondered if you could spare some time to look over them?"

"Certainly." Urist lay the plans on the desk just as Rovin entered. "Ah, Rovin, come and look over these plans with us." Rovin handed Urist the money, who put it in his pouch. He pointed over his various ideas and they were all welcomed by both men.

"And instead of hiring labour, it may be worth, if possible of course, having the guards pull a few shifts. It'll maintain their strength levels and they're already being paid. If something more urgent requires they're attention, construction can take a temporary pause."

"That's a great idea. I'll have it be they take orders directly from you."

"Thank you." Urist walked out with Rovin by his side and parted ways at the palace gate. Rovin headed south-east towards the military houses, whilst Urist made his way back to his stall. A stall with no Charlie.

"Do you know where Charlie's gone?" Urist shouted to Baraek. Baraek shrugged. Urist glanced over the stall and noticed some of the moulds were missing.

Oh no!