“My call is Gideon Gleeman. Jester to King OSRS gold Roald Remanis the third,” the guy said, extending his hand. “i'm honoured to make your acquaintance.”

“Yours is a fitting name for a person whose alternate is laughter.” Castimir smiled and took the jester’s hand in his very own, content to spend a few greater hours below the stars–as long as it became in precise employer.

It was an hour earlier than midnight whilst Castimir entered the metropolis. He led his horse, while the jester led the yak, for in spite of the wizard’s offer he had not dared to mount the beast.

The yellow-clad guards on the gate knew Gleeman properly, and when they saw Castimir’s blue gowns they smiled extensively. It regarded to the wizard that their expressions have been by hook or by OSRS GP crook hopeful.