Gleeman summoned the captain of OSRS gold the palace guard, and within a few minutes Castimir was standing in the front of a brief guy with a belligerent face. This is a man who takes his obligation critically. He looks like he has no love for strangers.

“you're anticipated?” the man, Captain Rovin, asked him brusquely.

“i'm, sir. Here is my invitation.” He surpassed the captain a letter with the royal seal of King Roald surely displayed. Theodore had despatched such invitations out to all his pals, promising them rooms at the palace for the several days surrounding the Midsummer competition. Captain Rovin looked at it quickly and nodded.

“This appears in order,” he recounted. “A room has been set aside for you. Your buddies have already retired to their quarters. A servant will solid your beasts and a maid will display you the way.” abruptly the captain’s face turned grimmer, and when he spoke again, he did so in a cold tone. “It is not regularly we get heroes staying on the palace, and we are busy enough here as it's miles without pandering to the wishes of smug youths. Possibly, simply perhaps, we can find a use for you in Varrock.”

“Simplest if I think such use is worthy of me, Captain Rovin,” he answered loudly, so all should pay attention. “but regardless, a wizard nonetheless wishes to sleep, and to consume, and to cheap RS gold bathe–mainly the ones folks who're well-known. So if you will be so type, I suppose i can take my leave of you currently.