Armadyl and Saradomin

It was the Fifth Age, Year 170, Bennath 4th, around lunchtime as Robert Thompson calmy walked into the White Knights' Castle in Falador. He walked past White Knights, whispering to each other, thinking he could not hear them. He knew they probably weren't laughing at his breath, which smelled like fish ever since he had eaten that fish pie in Lumbridge.

"Armadylian filth" one of them said.

"Hmph, he does not belong here" another muttered.

"This is the best of Armadyl's followers? Hah." yet another White Knight said.

Robert walked into a room where a blue-robed Saradominist cleric stood, his back to him.

"Akrisae..." Robert said.

The Saradominist priest turned and glared at him "Robert Thompson..."

They stared each other down until finally Robert said "Hello, old friend!" as they gave each other a friendly hug.

"Ah, Robert, it is good to see you!" then Akrisae looked at his Runite armour trimmed with the symbols of Armadyl, "And what shiny armour you have...and...your blade.." he said, eyeing Robert's dragon longsword. "Ah well, I have not called you here so I could admire your equipment, so let us get to business."

"Ah, yes, goblins doing some mischief?Are the Black Knights up to something again?"

"The White Knights could have easily dealt with goblins. No, this is a rather grave danger. You see, there have been several thefts of Herblore ingredients."

"Herblore ingredients?" Robert asked.

"Betty's Magic Emporium in Port Sarim was ransacked, and Betty herself is missing. Several potions, herbs, and seeds were stolen from the Druids of Taverley, and a few days ago, the Apothecary in Varrock has gone missing."

"So, you think the Black Knights are up to it?" Robert said.