The quartet carefully made their way down the paved road to the designated area; each of the four wore the standard cloaks of Runescape’s Coalition. The lowest level in the group, a skiller, carried a stash of several hundred runes in his inventory, all of which were going to be used in the first official trade with the Army of Gielinor. The second lowest level, a female avatar in mystic apparel, took extra care to keep her mouse directly over the skiller, in case of an ambush. Behind those two walked the highest levels of the group, a veteran player and squad leader in Torag armor, and a ranger in black dragon hide.
Approaching from the opposite direction was a group of three, all of whom jabbered away in standard text.
“Are these the guys?” The skiller said into his microphone, which was connected to a Skype voice-call including only the squadron and online members of the High Council.
“They look like random players…” The mage added.
As the two groups met at the crossroads where Lumbridge’s territory turns into Varrock’s, they both stopped, and did not speak.
“These guys have no other reason to stop – the location was top secret. This must be them.” The squad leader announced.
“When it doubt, get the hell out.” Joker, who was online, said.
Finally, one of the group of three said wrote, “Here for the trade?”
“Yes.” The squad leader replied.
The mage hovered her mouse over the “Teleport-Other Option” for the skiller, nervously hoping everything would go smoothly.
The skiller and the player briefly went into a trade menu, but was ended when the skiller typed, “That’s only one third of the goods…”
The player explained, “That’s why there’s three of us,” adding an explicit at the end.
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