"Well here we are again, Falador the great" Victoros said.
"Just compare the market here to the shops everywhere else," Nicolas stated.
All around the four of them were tens of people all rushing about buying as much as they could from stalls. The baker heaved a number of plates of bread loaves on to his stall, he was quickly running out of stock, and needed more.
"Look at him; he's making a heap of coins with his bakery stall!" Nicolas exclaimed.
"Well we don't know how to bake so we can't do the same," Victoros grumbled.
"Where are we going to stay?" Alexandros asked.
"Good question," Nicolas answered. "I don't know."
"How about there?" Joseph suggested, pointing to an old house currently uninhabited. At least, no sign of life was shown there.
"Looks good to me," Victoros said.
"You come back here!" The baker yelled.
Victoros, Joseph and Alexandros all turned to see Nicolas running towards them with a large chocolate cake in his hands. His face was shining with anticipation.
"What have you done now?" Victoros snapped.
"Tried to get us food, but my Claws of Guthix from behind crowds of people went a bit wrong and I got spotted," Nicolas reported quickly.
The market guards were running towards Nicolas, maces raised ready to attack.
"Idiot boy!" Victoros yelled dragging Nicolas away by his shoulder.
The four ran and ran until they had become lost in the crowd, having escaped from the guards.
"Sorry about that," Nicolas said.
"Why do you have to be so big-headed all the time? You need to calm down for goodness sake," Victoros grumbled.
"Alright Victoros, but it's only because you're a Slayer that I'm listening."
"Hey, Mr. Victor Os!" A voice called out loudly over the bustling crowd.
"Not an enemy, I hope," Victoros sighed.
"I know you! You're a Slayer! I really admire you!" Mathis Vendai yelled. The man ran up quickly, his breath in deep sags and his chest heaving from all the running.
"I'm a fan too, so join the fan club," Nicolas said standing in front of Mathis.
"Oh for Saradomin's sake I'm not here to cause an argument, I bring news that you must know," Mathis said.
"What is it?" Victoros asked.
"Come in here," Mathis insisted, pointing at a building in the distance.
The five of them entered the old abandoned building Mathis had come from. Mathis walked to the corner, piled up some large crates around them, and picked up the note displaying Vyvin's plot.
"Read this," Mathis ordered.
Victoros snatched it out of Mathis' hands and read the letter quickly from top to bottom. His eyes widened.
"Is this genuine?" Victoros asked.
"Look at the signature, real enough isn't it?" Mathis asked.
"That certainly does seem realistic, but how can I believe this?"
"Believe what?" Joseph asked.
"Believe that King Lathas is the cause of this whole damn economy problem," Victoros revealed.
"Well that's just ridiculous."
"Oh really? Well how comes then the every staff member at the Grand Exchange of Ardougne was killed? And then why were White Knights there at the scene of the murder?" Mathis asked. His eyes glanced straight into Victoros' large ones.
"You're quite the detective my friend," Nicolas said. "Let me read the note."
Mathis handed the note to Nicolas.
"It makes no sense, surely a monarch wouldn't be as stupid to try and accomplish this?" Nicolas asked.
"It would seem so," Mathis answered.
"Well no offense Mathis but this is the most rubbish I've ever seen-"
Suddenly the door was kicked through by a group of angry looking guards.
"They know too much!" yelled one of them.
"Then we will kill them," another said.
"Run!" Victoros shouted hurriedly.
Mathis, Alexandros, Nicolas and Joseph all escaped through a back door while Victoros swung his sword menacingly in front of the guards. They stepped back, but they then lunged forward with their maces; there were too many for Victoros to stop alone. The Slayer fended off a couple of smashes from the maces, but was knocked onto a crate by a guard from the side. As he got to his feet he sprinted out the back door, being pursued by guards.
"Kill on sight!" bellowed the first guard.
******
They had to find another place to hide, while they ran through the streets of Falador, hiding in every shadowy place they saw, and sometimes having to dispatch a few guards; They finally found a place, an upside down cart, they crawled under it and rested a little in the shade. Mathis' sharp eyes kept vigilant watch for more enemies.
"What about if we fight them and finish this once for all?" Nicolas asked.
"Well, I guess we could try," Victoros replied.
"Whatever is happening in Falador Castle is destroying the world slowly, and Vyvin is completely insane, and if we don't stop him then Saradomin knows what will happen." Mathis muttered.
"How about that Serkotzul man you mentioned?" Victoros inquired. "My former leader Dirk asked me to look out for any members of that notorious organization. By the way, that's something I'm gonna do; I'll kill Vyvin for forcing the ASF to disband!"
Joseph looked at him in concern. "You don't kill humans, do you?"
"This time it's really an exception. I promise I won't leave this city without having my sword draped in Vyvin's blood," Victoros vowed in anger, glancing at his prized Godsword. His hands trembled with excitement. It was then that they all heard rapid footsteps rumbling across the street towards their direction. Two shadows emerged.
Alexandros crawled out from underneath the cart and confronted the two guards who had come to kill them. The guards wore iron chainbodies with their swords sheathed at their sides. One of the guards, however, had an evil expression on his face. He was wielding a gigantic torch flickering bright shades of orange!
"I'll burn you all for the love of Vyvin," the guard hissed, and prepared to hurl the torch at the cart, only to be stabbed in the chest by a sword. Red blood gushed out of the wound, and the guard's mouth dropped in horror. Victoros' angered face rose up to meet the dying guard's, and Nicolas hurriedly extinguished the blazing torch-weapon with a Water spell. The other guard tried to escape, but Alexandros pummeled him on the head with his Battleaxe, killing him instantly. Mathis quickly gathered the two corpses of the guards and hid them in a bush, hoping it would suffice as a hiding place.
"You see, this is a start, but my sword's gonna be covered in Vyvin's, and hopefully the Serkotzul's bloods soon enough," Victoros growled as he cleaned his Sword with a smooth cleaning cloth.
"We're going to get to the bottom of this, guys," Alexandros promised as he slapped hands with Nicolas.
"That's the spirit, but it's going to be a difficult task my friends."