He’s averting my stare, Castimir stated.

"i personally have been getting ready for a few days now OSRS gold," the jester brought. "a ways far from the hustle and bustle of the palace."

"And what is going to you do?" Castimir inquired. "For the birthday celebration, this is."

"Tight-rope strolling, acrobatics, and more," Gleeman replied with a flourish. "And my own flavor of magic. For example..." He opened his hand to expose several of the pebble-like runes that had been so precious to the wizard.

My runes! Castimir’s hand darted to his pouch. That’s not possible.

"where did you get the ones?" he cried in alarm. "give them back!"

"I took them at the same time as we ate," came the reply. "Your dagger, too." The jester spoke without a touch of guilt, sounding pleased that his ability had inspired such a vehement reaction. With none hesitation, he back the gadgets to their rightful proprietor. "The baubles are very quite, my friend, and ever so uncommon."

"uncommon certainly and every one valuable," Castimir snorted, frowning and checking the relaxation of his pouches–in addition to his deep wallet. Nothing extra appeared to be amiss, and his suitable humour started to return cheap Runescape gold. "How did you accomplish the sort of feat?" he asked. "Sleight-of-hand, my pal," the jester said whimsically. "Sleight-of-hand."