Dancus Frumac sit on a rocking chair in his new cottage in Lumbridge. Most everything in the world was back in order, ever since the Sea War. Dancus gave a sigh as he looked over at his bookshelf, full of journals in which he had recorded his life since he was only 10 years old, over forty years ago. He got up from his chair and walked over to the shelf, eyeing the first book on the first shelf. It was marked "Edgecamp: 134." Dancus slipped his fingers around the top of its spine and pulled it out. He opened to a random page in the book. The paper was horribly yellowed, the glue had been eaten by rats, and the binding itself was falling apart, but Dancus could still remember the day when he received this, his first journal, from his best friend at a military base just south of the Wilderne