It was a quiet day in Sherwood the celebration of the sheriff's death was in its final day. The Celebrations had lasted many weeks and the news had spread like wildfire across the country. King Richard was back and taking back his throne from Prince John. People everywhere began to come out of hiding from the caves and forests in which they took shelter. All except for the people of Sherwood they instead chose to stay in their paradise.
They had been through hell together and they refused to split up now. Robin and Will especially, over the short time they had since will shared his secret the two had grown inseparable. Even when one was not within visible distance it was a sure bet the other was nearby. This isn't to say they never fought anymore, because they did and their fights would echo through the entire camp. Neither would ever apologise but by the next day they would be close as ever once more.
John was watching the main road when a robed figure rode up to him on horse back
"Halt what is your business in Sherwood?" John boomed, startling the horse but not his rider.
"I seek an audience with Robin Hood." The stranger declared
"As do many others what are your reasons?"
"Is it not common for a father to wish to see his son" The stranger said pulling back his hood.
"Impossible! Robin told us his father died by the sheriff's hand."
"And so I would have been had it not been for a caravan of passing strangers." Robin's father said with a faraway look in his eyes. "They tended to my wounds and nursed me back to health, they were sad to see me go as I was sad to leave them but when the news of the sheriff's death came I had to see if the stories where true, that my son was alive and fighting for the good here at home."
"I don't know if what you are telling the truth, but I'll take you to Robin and let him decide" John said, firmly taking hold of the horses reins