You meet your squad at the Falador south gate. It's almost dusk. Among the soldiers there is a familiar face... «Gorf! Is that you?» «Yeah, it's me!» he replies enthusiastically «So... Lieutenant, eh?» «Squad! Present... arms!» Ten gleaming swords raise at your command. It is an odd sensation of power... «Squad, you have been briefed on your mission, right?» «Yes, sir!». Again you feel the odd but nice sensation of having ten men at your command. You steal a glance at Gorf, who gives the thumbs-up. «Okay, then. March!»