CHAPTER
THREE
A Welcoming Feast
Chris finally made it Varrock. The
villagers stared at his tattered armor and his broken body. The
palace was up ahead.
When he got inside there was a banquet table
with lots of food. All of the kings of the land controlled by Guthix
sat around the table.
"What's going on?" asked
Chris.
"Ah, you finally arrived, Chris." The king
joyfully cried, "One of the troops that fled from the battle
told me about you, and what happened to the general. We talked and we
decided to make you General of this army."
Chris felt a smile
tugging at his lips. Pride seemed to flow through his veins as the
king spoke those words, words he longed to hear.
"I ACCEPT!"
He happily exclaimed.
"Wonderful, please join me and the
other kings at this delightful feast!" He roared joyously.
They
then proceeded to discuss the war over the delicious feast, set by
the servants.
