While Lauren's day was uneventful, Boss's day was even more so. All he could do throughout the day was constantly check that the assasins were in positon, his 'guard control' were briefed and ready, and the rest of his men were doing something constructive. After seeing his brother was not around for him to torment, he became bored, and just went to sleep. He would sleep for a whopping twelve hours, and awaken two hours before the tournament. When he learned what time it was, he grinned ear to ear. Soon he would be the complete and total ruler of Varrock. Then following that, the rest of the known world.
He walked to the tournament grounds, one and half hours before speech time, and saw to it that his men were in position to kill the King's escort. Seeing the assasins were also prepared, Boss got a good seat for the, 'festivities', to come.
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Lauren awoke at two hours to speech time, so he got up, cleaned the vomit from his robe, placed his crown on his head, grabbed his ceremonial dagger to cut the rope to the arena, and headed to that very place. On his way he met up with his escort, including Captain Rowmel, and together they marched to the speaking platform. As he took his post at the podium, a mere five minutes to speech time, he started a conversation, or rather, tried to, with an escort.
"So, how's life?" asked Lauren pleasantly, and with a smile.
"Ugh." the escort grunted.
"What was that?" asked Lauren, leaning towards the guard and cupping his hand over his ear.
"Ugh." repeated the escort.
"Sir, speak to me!" demanded Lauren. He stamped his foot for emphasis.
"Ugh." grunted yet again the escort. Lauren just gave up at this point, and sat out the next three minutes.
Finally, it was speech time. Lauren was nervous, Boss was nervous, and the crowd, with a growing sense of joy, just became loud and obnoxious. Lauren stood up, and gestured to the audience to silence themselves.
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