A shadow cast itself on the wall behind the cat causing Tash to grip the sword on his back. These back alleys were known to be full of muggers and thugs, he made a note to not venture in too deep as a boy. The tension in the air rose as the shadow slowly edged further and further until a man garbed in a patched up old robe sprang forth on top of the cat.
"Whiskers, there you are! I've been rummaging through all these twists and turns for ten minutes trying to find you!" Tash loosened his grip on the sword and lowered his hand. Without turning to look, the man spoke to him. "You lost? Or maybe with that look, you lost something?"
Tash sighed and rose to his feet. "Well, I'm kinda' far from home." He looked over the man's robe a little more carefully and realized just how poor of a condition it was in, yet something else nagged him about it. "Those burns and tears on your outfit wouldn't happen to be from rune magic, would they?"
"Ahh, a keen eye for magic. They are. I guess you could call me a mage. Lately I've been slow in my studies though, ever since my darling daughter disappeared in a teleportation test."
A light went on. "Wait! Your daughter's name isn't Magenta is it?"
"Yeah, do you know her from somewhere?"
"I was talking to her almost a day ago. She was the one that told me the rune combination for teleportation to Varrock."
"Really? She's safe? Such a relief! Where'd she end up? Draynor? Lumbridge? Please say it was this side of the Salve!"
"Troll country actually. Way out north of Seer's Village."
The man shuttered at the thought. "That far? I think I'll make sure to keep that spell away from a few people." He perked back up. "So, where's she at? Hanging around somewhere in town?"
"Well," Tash paused, "she stayed back in Seer's. I came here to...take care of something."
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