Saradomin resembled an old man in appearance, with long white hair and a waist-length silver beard. His eyes were the first thing that the King’s eyes were drawn to first, however. Ancient and grey, the eyes held a deep sorrow, and a knowledge that encompassed all of Glienor.
“Saradomin,” he gasped in wonder and awe, “What brings you here?”
“I would have thought that to be obvious,” Saradomin said. Though his voice was not particularly loud, it had such quality that the King felt he would have been able to hear it from the top of the eastern tower of Gornakhan. “I have come to do two things: the first is to tell you that, while I will not be fighting alongside you today, your army shall be the focus of my attention, and I doubt this will be the last time I see you on this day. The second is more sinister, and probably of greater importance to you: the power that we gods have detected has recently gained in strength, and we sense its approach. I will warn you once more: be wary of strangers whose intent you do not know, and do not allow yourselves to be caught off guard.”
“Thank you,” the King said. “The knowledge that you are watching over us will greatly increase my men’s morale. However, as to this other power, certainly the gods must have some idea of who, or what, it is.”
“I am afraid that this is not so, or close enough to the mark. Guthix may well know, but he will not tell us, for it could upset the balance. And remember: we are unsure as to whether Zamorack is aware of this, so use this knowledge to your advantage,” and as Saradomin said that he faded into the air, and the only sign that he had ever been there was a slight unearthly fragrance in the air.
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