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| - God, it was cold. Incredibly cold. Conor almost turned back home to grab his forgotten coat, but made himself carry on. If he turned back now, he'd be late for school. He'd just have to brave the weather. It was nearly Christmas at Lumbridge, and not everyone was happy about it. For the people who lived on the north side, the richer side, it was a happy occasion full of christmas feasts and presents. For the poorer citizens of the south side, it meant cold and starvation. Many of the South-siders turned to crime. As Conor was about to find out. "And anyway, sir, I have no money" "Noha coin?"
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| - God, it was cold. Incredibly cold. Conor almost turned back home to grab his forgotten coat, but made himself carry on. If he turned back now, he'd be late for school. He'd just have to brave the weather. It was nearly Christmas at Lumbridge, and not everyone was happy about it. For the people who lived on the north side, the richer side, it was a happy occasion full of christmas feasts and presents. For the poorer citizens of the south side, it meant cold and starvation. Many of the South-siders turned to crime. As Conor was about to find out. A rough hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him into an ally and pinned him against a wall. A gruff man, clothes in tatters and unshaven, waved a bronze dagger in front of Conor's face. "Listen, youn'un, gi'me som' m'oney or I'll drive 'is pretty e're sword down your throat!" "Excuse me sir" said Conor, with a calm politness, "That's a dagger" "Eh?" "It's not a sword. It's a dagger. A sword has-" "Wha' sit matter? Istill sharp! Could still kill ya!" "And anyway, sir, I have no money" "Noha coin?" "No, not a coin" "Then gimme' your clo'es! I can sell 'em" "Sir, if this is an atempt at robery, it's not going to sucseed" "Wha?" With that, Conor drove his knee with all his might between the man's legs. In a second he was rolling around the floor, clutching himself for dear life. Without a second thought, Conor pulled his foot back and battered the mans face with it. As Conor tidied himself up and walked out of the allyway, he felt sorry for the man. Uneducated, he thought crime was the only way he could feed himself. Hopefuly, his experience would show him that there were better ways to make money. Still, beating the crap out of him had been fun. As he walked back up the street, through the crowd of busy people comuting here and there, he saw something that stuck out. Or rather, someone: A barbarian. Rough looking, he had a destinctly barbarian helmet, and his body was draped in some furs, from what Conor had read about the Barbarians, it was probabky Elk fur. A massive sword, which looked thick and heavy, was by his side, in what looked like an elk fur scabbard. He had a strange weapon (which Conor deduced from what he had read was an ax) slung over his shoulder. He gripped the axe tightly in his hand, and knocked on a doorway with the other. Conor saw an elderly man answer. Though he was some distance away, the Barbarian shouted loud enough for people in Varrock to hear him. "Conor! Aqua! Evan!" The man was startled, and the frame of his glasses slipped off his face. They bounced slightly on the floor, and the elderly man bent down slowly to pick them up. As quick as a flash, the Barbarian's boot crashed down upon them with a crack. He grabbed the old man by his neck, and braught him up to his eye level "Tell me now! Conor! Aqua! Evan!" The terrified old man squeaked with fear. "Not here! No one by that name-" The Barbarian had heard enough. With a powerful shove, the man was sent carreering back into his own home. The Barbrian slammed the door shut, and went to the next house to repeat the process. Conor took a deep breath: He'd been holding it without realising. That man was looking for him and his friends.s Well, Conor knew there was a chance that it was a different Conor, Aqua and Evan the Barbarian was looking for. After all, why would a Barbarian want them? Still, Aqua was an uncommon name.........Conor decided not to stick around. He ran the rest of the way the school.
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