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But the old rangers know better. They see how the ivy on the southern wall has grown three feet in a single night. They notice the way the cobblestones crack faster than the masons can repair them. The giants aren't just sitting in the dark. They are reaching .

They don’t roam the trade roads. Not yet. But every spring, when the fog rolls off the River Lum and clings to the cobblestones of Varrock’s southeast district, the guards speak in hushed tones about the thrum . moss giants varrock

They go down there because if you listen closely—between the drips of filthy water and the squeak of rats—you can hear the giants humming. A deep, earthy chord. But the old rangers know better