It was uncommon to say the least....
The torrent of water that rushed down onto the cobblestone street of Lumbridge. Most of the inhabitants had sought refuge save the goblins of course.
The cast iron hinges clanged as a drenched figure entered through the sturdy doors of alum Lumbridge castle.
“May I help you?” Hans inquired of the stranger
The newcomer pulled the hood from his head to reveal a rugged white haired man.
“Wait, I’ve seen you before!” Hans voice began to lighten.
“Thrayst!” Hans excitedly looked about the room hoping others would share in his surprise.
Thrayst smiled causing a few drops of water to bounce off his beard. “How long has it been Hans? Twenty years?”
Hans chuckled and grabbed Thraysts drenched robe. “Not quite. It’s been Nineteen Years, Four Weeks and two days but whose counting?”
The two of them chuckled before Hans ushered him inside. “What brings you back to Gielenor Thrayst? If I may ask?”
Thrayst paused and there was a brief moment of silence between the two. Hans was patient as always and Thrayst chose his words carefully so it’s no wonder they got along.
“This is home to me Hans”
Hans smirked then frowned, “Well home has changed, wars have come and Gielenor is no longer the realm where our worst epidemic was the populace donning a party hat fashion. There are real threats on the horizon, are you sure this is where you want to be?”
Thrayst rested a hand on Hans shoulder. “I remember the first day you greeted me into these lands. You helped me begin a journey that made this place home and now your the same face to welcome me back. I know a lot has changed but I’ve learned the joy is in the journey, not always in the destination.”
Hans pondered for a moment. “You impress me Thrayst”
Thrayst chuckled. “Coming from the man who counts the days of everyone he meets, I’ll take that as a complement.
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