[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 4- (17/40) EXP / Level 3- (11/30) EXP 
Location: Hammerhead ---> Lumbridge
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Needles' Machete

A cruel, twisted implement of murder. It serrated razor edge inflicts cuts deep, causing severe bleeding on susceptible foes. It's built more for power than finesse but balanced well for throwing. Its 'owner' can resummon it into his hand just by willing it, at which point it materializes from flame that can in fact hurt the owner if he's not careful. The blade is somehow flammable but will never burn up, allowing it to be set on fire indefinitely.
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Soon after their conversation with Trevor had finished, Michael and Franklin prepared to hit the road once again, Michael getting into the driver's seat of the monster truck and Franklin getting back on his bike. The ride was a much more peaceful one than before, with nobody ambushing them out of nowhere. Still, the two criminals were on high alert, with Franklin driving ahead of the convoy so that he could spot any possible attackers before they struck. While most of the rabbit creatures had seemingly lost interest and left the group, the addition of the monster truck made up for the loss of manpower. Sitting at the helm of the massive machine, Michael felt confident that any attackers would be crushed beneath the truck's oversized wheels.

The terrain had also changed, the convoy leaving the desert-like area behind in favor for greener terrain. Franklin was especially thankful for the change in scenery, since it meant there would be less dust being kicked up in his face. After a quick stop to determine their destination, the convoy headed on to a nearby town.

From what Michael could tell, the town appeared to be more on the medieval side, judging by the buildings. Parking the monster truck near the rest of the convoy, Michael stepped out, Franklin appearing nearby on his motorcycle. The two continued on foot to explore the village. 
There was certainly a wide variety of people here, a few of them stopping to stare at the newcomers. Michael gave a short wave as he walked by them, unsure of what to make of them. The two wandered around for a while, looking at the various buildings as they did so. Eventually, they came upon the general store, the two sharing a look and shrugging as they walked in. They didn't know what else to do, and maybe they'd find something useful. 

Inside, they found that the kid with the hat had already beaten them to it. [color=00aeef]"Hey."[/color] Michael said, looking around as the shopkeeper spoke to the kid. Apparently, she was interested in some sort of hourglass, which was a quest reward and couldn't be sold. That got their attention- he had no idea what it was, but the kid seemed interested in it, and if it was some special reward it might be something useful. [color=00aeef]"A quest reward, huh? What's the quest?"[/color]