This is written by an accomplice of mine who has no account.
Sir Guy of Guisbourne strode down the dimly lit corridor, scowling as he went.
He paused as he reached the door and pulled it slightly ajar.
Stealthily, he crept through, keeping his ears open.
He could see the Sheriff murmuring into a small object but he could not hear what he was saying.
He inched closer.
Suddenly the Sheriff whirled round.
"Ah, Guisbourne, I'd like you do a small favour for me. It's about a private matter. Close the door would you?"
Closing the door Guisbourne asked,
"What is it you want me to do?"
"Oh, just stand over there," replied the Sheriff, grinning.
"Any particular reason?" inquired Guy.
"Very particular"
As Guy stood he didn't notice the wall sliding away behind him.
A green claw gently tapped him on the shoulder and he swivelled round.
His screams were cut short as the claws plunged into his neck.
The Accomplice