Friends Reunited

"Here we are, back on the mainland," Raef announced as his boat docked at Port Sarim.

Tarqinder, Mark and Meep all exited the boat and began heading in the direction of Varrock. The Sun was setting and there were a few clouds in the sky now, it looked like a storm was coming.

"Well where are you two off to?" Raef asked.

"Varrock, we're assisting the Slayers' Union-" Tarqinder was interrupted.

"Varrock? For Saradomin's sake you cannot be serious! That city has been abandoned in the past few days, it's nothing but a home to some swarm of insects, just like those wretched harpie bugs on Karamja except more carnivorous," Raef said.

"Oh my, it can't be.....the Red Mist?"

"The Red Mist?" Mark asked.

"A swarm of deadly insects populating the sewers of Varrock, I'd love to help them but I'm nowhere near skilled or stpuid enough to try and fight them off."

"So where to now Tarqinder?"

"If you don't mind me asking chaps, would you like to stay with me in Falador? I have a lovely home and I'm sure there'll be enough room for us, as I said before, I can't go and leave fellow travellers in poor conditions can I?" Raef asked.

"Why thank you," Tarqinder said.

The three men and the tiny gecko began to head in the direction of Falador, just as the Sun began to set...

The next morning there was movement in Falador, and Tony de Fillo awoken from his long sleep in Falador Park having been staying in poor conditions for several nights by now.

"Bloody Red Mist, I hope Farrell and Darako blast it back underground," Tony grumbled, heading in the direction of the northern city gate.

Tony had an axe and a knife in his pocket, and decided he would try and collect some tree sap to sell in hopes of obtaining enough money to live in a more suitable location in Falador. He got to his feet and checked his pockets only to find his knife was gone.

"Damn it! Some fiend has stolen my knife!" Tony exclaimed angrily before deciding to just sell a few logs as firewood.

Tony reached Falador's main square, where a group of white knights were marching up and down all clasping large white swords.

"Excuse me! You there! Knight! I have a complaint to make, somebody's stolen my knife!" Tony snapped.

The white knight looked at him through his helmet before removing it.

"Are you a citizen of Falador?" The knight asked.

"No, I came from Varrock when the Red Mist attacked," Tony replied.

"Well I couldn't care less about a bunch of mosquitoes chasing you out of your home, I'm here to protect Falador, and that's what I shall do. Good day."

And on that note the knight marched towards the White Knights' Castle, where he could hopefully end his patrol duty for the time being.

"This blasted city!" Tony exclaimed.

"Now, now, that's not a very nice thing to say is it?" Asked a man in purple elegant clothing.

"I could not care less, I'm sick of the bother I face here from you Faladorians, you won't help us of Varrock!"

"Well actually I let two men and thier pet gecko stay in my home who are from Varrock; I have some things to give to Sir Amik, and then I shall plan a journey towards Oo'glog, I've always wanted to visit the female ogres, apparently they're stronger than the males!"

"I do not care for your ogre studies my good man, but could you tell me who is in your company? Give me their names, I might know them."

"One is named Tarqinder, he's a Dragon Slayer with a mighty sword, and then there's his friend Mark Theobald, and Tarqinder claims Mr. Theobald managed to stop Lathas using magic."

"Tarqinder and Mark? Why, I have some things to discuss with them, a bit of catch up we need to have, I haven't seem them since Ardougne. Goodness, that was two months ago, how time flies."

"Yes it does, now shall I take you to my home? Sir Amik will not mind waiting a few more hours."