~~~Prologue~~~
Falador — 10 P.M
A dangerous looking man, dressed in black, walks towards the serving counter. In his hands, he carries a fairly large crate. He places the crate behind the counter and pulls out a keg of gunpowder.
Slowly, the man makes a small trail of gunpowder leading from the crate to the back door. He throws the keg aside and climbs the stairs to the second floor.
Another man, dressed the same way, throws the last bartender into a crate. A gyr falcon alights on top of the window ledge and cries out for attention. The first man takes the note attached to the falcon’s leg and unrolls it. As he reads, the second man places crates, similar to the one underneath the counter, in every corner of the upstairs rooms.
He takes out another keg of powder and makes another trail of powder leading down the stairs and out the backdoor. The man quickly goes up the stairs to finish his preparations.
Downstairs, a white-haired tramp walks casually up to the back door and sets a bottle filled with a strange orange fluid next to the start of the powder trail. The tramp whistles and disappears into the still night.
The two mysterious men quickly leave the building. As the first one leaves, he pulls out a crossbow and fires a bolt at the strange bottle*.
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Seers Village --- 10 P.M Falador Time
Behind the bank, an employee smokes his pipe, wondering what he’s going to get his granddaughter for her birthday.
“Hey Bill!” said another employee as she walked towards him,” How olds your granddaughter now?”
“She’s gonna be 11. Hell, I remember when she was born. Seems like yesterday I could hold her with 1 hand. How ‘bout you Danelle? When are you gonna start a family?”
“Bill…you do know I’m only 19 right?”
“Yea, I know. What’s yer point?”
“In my opinion, that’s a little early to be starting a family.”
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