A Terrible Truth

"Well here we are again, Ardougne," Tarqinder said.

"Just compare the market here to the shops everywhere else," Jake 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 plate 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!" Jake exclaimed.

"Well we don't know how to bake so we can't do the same," Tarqinder grumbled.

"Where are we going to stay?" Veedi asked.

"Good question," Jake answered.

"How about there?" Mark suggested, pointing to an old house currently uninhabited.

"Looks good to me," Tarqinder said.

"You come back here!" The baker yelled.

Tarqinder, Mark and Veedi all turned to see Jake running towards them with a large chocolate cake in his hands.

"What have you done now?" Tarqinder snapped.

"Tried to get us food, but my telekenettic grabbing from behind crowds of people went a bit wrong when I slipped," Jake said quickly.

The market guards were running towards Jake, maces raised ready to attack.

"Idiot boy!" Tarqinder yelled dragging Jake away by his shoulder.

The four ran and ran until they had become lost in the crowd, having escaped from the guards.