Jhonny Jr. woke to find himself on a flat cotton stretcher in a damp room, facing a window that pointed toward a bank. Which was located directly across the street. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his chest stopped him, at the same time, a cold metal hand pushed him back down, he immediately recognized the light green metal of the gauntlets as adamant. "Don't strain yourself." said a cold voice at his shoulder. Jhonny tilted his head to the side and beheld a man clad in bright green adamant armor. "Where am I?" Jhonny asked. "That doesn't matter now." said the man flatly. Jhonny took one last look at the man before passing out.
When Jhonny woke next it was the dead of night of, two torches on each side of the room provided the only light. Jhonny quickly looked around the room, it was empty, except for a few crates stacked in the corner of the room. Jhonny tried to sit up once again, there was less pain this time, however, it still took his breath away to sit up. Jhonny swung him legs over, and onto the ground and tried to stand, but it seemed as though his muscles would not respond, and he fell to the floor. A second later the man in adamant came into the room through the door. "Don't you know better than to try and walk already, with your wounds it will be another day, at least." he scolded before setting Jhonny back onto the stretcher again. Jhonny lay awake for a few minutes, praying to saradomain to restore his strength until falling asleep again.
Jhonny woke with a start, and jumped to his feet, then whirled around, the man in adamant was sitting in the corner, he raised an eyebrow as Jhonny went into a fighting stance. "Settle down, I'm not going to attack you." he said smiling. "Follow me." he said, as he left the room, and turned left down the hall. Jhonny reluctantly followed the man into another room. The man threw open a wardrobe and handed Jhonny his dragon armor back. Jhonny looked at the glistening red armor in his hands, "Where's my scimitar and kite-shield?" he asked. "I sorry, but we weren't able to recover your weapon, the forces of Zamorak were too powerful and we could not reach your weapon in time, before we were forced to retreat." answered the man. Jhonny looked down at the armor in his hands again, "Guess that's the first place we're going then." he said decisively. "You know that's suicide, right." said the man, his eyes wide with shock.
The man paced back and forth across the room nervously, while Jhonny suited up in his dragon armor. When Jhonny finished he turned to the man once again. "You realize that if I don't have a weapon and protection, we're no match for Zamorak and his army?" The man nodded then looked out the nearby window, lost in thought. Jhonny also began to think of the battle that had happened at Taverley, just days ago. The terrible forces of Zamorak had suddenly appeared in the west and swept across Taverley destroying anything that stood in their way. Jhonny was among the small squad of fighters that rose up to try and stop the evil army. In the battle that followed, Jhonny received a large gash across his stomach and lost his shield and sword, he briefly remembered another warrior hauling him onto a stretcher and transporting him to a house across from the bank.