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?"