It is imperative that we meet. I apologize for the short nature of my letter- time is of the essence, and we do not have long. The book is missing. I have felt it. This does not bode well for Gielinor.
Screams of anguish continued well into the night as whatever evil had been unleashed terrorized Falador. As morning came, a desperate messenger came running towards the castle, screaming through the streets as he held pressure to his bloodied arm. From his lips came a simple message, one quite unwelcome to a city just recovered from the hell of a dragon crisis.
"Nihil! Anarchy! We are lost!"
His screaming concluded, the messenger collapsed on the bridge to the castle, dead.