Keno's eye twitched. What in the name of Saradomin was the Mysterious Old Man doing asking around for gold? Keno quickly dug his hands into his pockets, searching for a few spare gold pieces. Some ores, a spare pickaxe, and a few bones, but not a single gold to be found. He silently cursed his luck and stared at the old man. "Sorry, sir.... but I don't have any gold, anyway," Keno started to explain. "Can I please just... go?" The Old Man stared back at Keno for a moment, and them burst out into laughter. Wiping tears from his eyes, the Old Man started to speak. "Heh heh heh... sorry, bud, but the rules are the rules. Let's see here... what to do with a rude, intolerant person like you..." Keno's eye twitched again, just as the Mysterious Old Man began to speak again. "Ah! I have just the thing!" And with a flash of light, Keno was gone. Ah, first day on RuneScape. Wait, that wasn't right. Keno snapped back into consiousness. He stared at his hands, and discovered he was holding but a bronze sword. Oh Saradomin, he thought... he was a noob again.