I couldn't find myself to make many jokes in this chapter. Varrock's just too dang boring.
And you might be wondering why I call Varrock bank the black market. I'll explain that right now. (I have tons of stories, don't I?)
Back in the days*, Varrock had a little black market. It was downstairs in the bank. It would be where you wanted to go when you wanted to make illegal trades such as with accounts or real world trading. It was also the place where experienced players could rip off new players or members could show off their stuff in the free world. Every once in a while there would be some level 5 idiot who would just go and say they're Zezima and ask for passwords (Every 1 in 10 times there would be someone stupid enough to give it to them). But, anyway, that's how the black market was in Varrock. Good old fun.
*the days: When you could break the rules, but you had to work for it. When new players had to learn things the hard way (the right way). When if you made a stupid trade, it was your own fault. When you could kill others in the wild and take their stuff.