One Jug, One Log, One Blanket

An account of the goods used in the rescue of the monks of Ardougne, prepared for the Realm, which likes receipts.

Item the first: one empty jug. It could not be had in Falador. The Chronicler asked the general store there once, then went away, came back and asked again, as if the shelf might have reconsidered. It had not. Falador now joins Draynor on the list of places the Chronicler does not forgive. Varrock sold him a jug at once and without remark. He filled it at the fountain east of the square. It was water. Brother Cedric needed water. Nobody in this account needed wine except the monks, and they had lost theirs.

Item the second: one log, chopped by the Chronicler's own hand for Brother Cedric's cart. A man in rune plate and a dragonfire shield cut one log. The tree did not argue.

Item the third: one child's blanket, hidden by thieves under a ring of stones. The first search of the thieves' den found nothing. The second found the blanket. The thieves had not moved it. The Chronicler had simply looked again, which is most of his trade. Brother Omad took it back. In the middle of all this he paused to tell the Realm that one hundred and five White Knights of Falador had fallen in forty-two minutes. It was true, and it had nothing to do with blankets, and he said it anyway.

Brother Cedric was found too drunk to walk. The water was for him, the log for his cart, and the wine went home. The monks held their party. Four hours were allowed. Twelve minutes were used. The Chronicler is now Friend of the Ardougne Monks, and he would like it noted that he was not offered the wine.