“Well,” began Tash, “I really don’t have much I can say about it. I’ve just sort of been able to talk with cats for as long as I can remember. I had a…well, a friend I guess.” He paused.
The furry handle sticking up from behind Tash’s back wandered into the sight of the older man. Pieces were starting to come together. “Now that you mention it, I do recall my little girl coming home one day a good couple of years ago frightened half to death. She was saying something about a man out to take over the world, sounded like nonsense, and then she started talking about a little boy with a knack for magic and an odd ability to talk to cats. This boy wouldn’t happen to be you, would it?”
Memories from the past flowed back into Tash’s mind of that fateful day. It had truly been seven years since he had last spoken with Daskal. It had been seven years since he had seen Magenta before she eventually popped up out of the blue. It had been seven years since he had even been in Varrock. Almost an entire decade of his life had been spent on the western side of White Wolf causing him to grow so incredibly distant with the side of the world that held his past, but now was not the time for him to get nostalgic.
“Yeah, that kid was me,” Tash paused to look away, “from a long time ago. So what about that map you have?” He had a job to finish, and another one to start once he got back.
“Right, right, well let me try and find some table space to roll this out on.” The man sputtered around the room attempting to find a shred of space that wasn’t already occupied with books and papers. The lack of area finally led him to throwing the scroll onto the ground and rolling it out there. “Here, come down and we can start browsing.” Tash got down on one knee to observe the map. “Alright, if you look here,” the man pointed to a circular looking mark on the paper, “this is Falador. I use it as a reference since it’s rather central to what locations I had found.”
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