Furniture crashed as it was tossed outside.
Jake was nervous. He was being pushed forward to ask what was happening at Dylan's house. Not so much a house, but in Varrock it counted as one. Perhaps a hundred years ago it would have seen its glory days.
Jake entered the front door.
A demon looked at him. Jake had seen demons before, the churches had artworks of them. This one was definitely more mobile though. Skin a swirling oily red with smoke tendrilling from it like wisps of steam from a cup of tea.
Jake would have liked a cup of tea.
The smoky eyes of the demon regarded him. The demon looked to be redecorating.
"Cup of tea?", it asked.
"Alrighty then, take a seat.", and the demon indicated a table with pot and cups set out.
Jake wasn't sure if he'd missed them or if something uncanny had happened.
The demon smiled half a smile.
"It's alright. I'm from Human Resourcers."
Now Jake was afraid.
Human Resourcers were infamous soul collectors, with an ancient history.
"I'm Clare.", the demon mentioned, as she poured the tea out. Funny, Jake hadn't thought of her as female before.
She replaced the pot on the table.
"My title is Community Disengagement Generalist, I take a big picture view of our Human Resources and work out how to increase harvests. It seems this world, Gielinor is it, has need of my generalisation."
Clare smiled. She looked very human now.
"Don't worry about your friend Dylan, he's gone to a much happier place." Clare picked up a toothpick and delicately put it between her teeth with a wicked grin.
She waggled the toothpick at Jake.
"Jake, could you do me one tiny little behest? We are concerned that the supply of humans here is diminishing faster than our predictions foretold. Could you run along and get your King? He's in a building here somewhere, they all look the same to me."
She smiled. "But then again, you all do too."
Jake ran off.