Horacio, the father of the lost son Romeo, tells a darker tale at the Blue Moon Inn. He claims the giants aren't mindless brutes. He says they are gardeners. That their stone clubs aren't for smashing adventurers—they are for tilling . For breaking the hard clay of the human world so that the forest can reclaim it.

Think about it. Varrock was built on a clearing. A scar in the wilderness. And scars, as any healer knows, itch when they try to heal.

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 .