Marian awoke suddenly to an arrow flying through her window faster than her eyes could follow properly, to strike the wall above her bed. She frowned, and got out of bed in a huff. She yanked the arrow from her wall and strode down the stairs and ran out a few paces into the woods behind Knighton Hall.

"What?" She shouted irritably at the greenery, peering into the morning sunlight.

"Were you still sleeping?" Robin laughed, coming out from behind a nearby tree, leaning on his bow.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I was. My father has been ill, and I stayed up with him."

"Naturally," Robin grinned at her, "What do you know about the deaths of all the sheep in the Locksley?"

"You cannot just come here, risking my father's and my safety," Marian continued, undaunted.

"What do you know about the sheep?" Robin repeated with exaggerated patience.

"What sheep?" She was finally listening, "My father has been ill, I haven't heard about any dead sheep, what are you talking about?"

"Good God Marian, if you are to be my eyes and ears here…"

"If I am to be your eyes and ears," she scoffed, interrupting him.

"I didn't mean…"

"No I know exactly what you meant," she cut him off again. "Some of us still have responsibilities; some of us still live in the real world, and haven't run off to play games in the forest."

"I thought you cared about your people; I thought you were willing to risk your comfort and safety for them. Apparently not, and if you are not, then you are worthless Marian."

"Don't waste your arrows," she spat back at him, tossing the arrow at his feet. She began to walk away.

"I'll see what I can find out," she called angrily over her shoulder.

Robin smiled and walked back into the trees. And almost right into John.

"Find out anything?" Allan asked, a silver crucifix around his neck that had certainly not been there before. "My guess is that Marian doesn't know a thing about the vampires. How can she? You only know it when you've seen it before, like me."

"Allan, I don't believe you for one second," Robin said, placing the arrow from Marian back in his quiver. "There are no such things as vampires!"

"Then how do you explain the fact that an official purveyor of relics is in Locksley right now selling all sorts of things against vampires, hmm?" Allan held up his cross for Robin to see.

Much walked over to look at it closer, "Real silver?"

"Yeah, paid a whole two shillings for it."

Will walked up and pulled the cross away from Allan's neck, breaking the chain with a metallic snap. He narrowed his eyes at Allan, then turned to hand Robin the necklace. "The Sheriff's work," was all he said.

"If people are paying shillings to ward off vampires, how will they afford to eat?" Robin said as he held up the cross in front of his face. "This purveyor must be stopped. He must be working for the Sheriff."

"There's no proof of that, Master," Much said, grabbing the cross from Robin. "We can't rob a real purveyor of relics. They work for the church. What if the threat is real?"

"Then we'll just have to find out, won't we, Much." Robin said with half a smile on his face. He shook his head as he looked over his gang: Allan fumbled with his cross, John still held his staff/stake, Much still held garlic behind his ear, and Will only stayed silently clutching his axe's handle. "If my men are this scared, what will the people of Locksley do?" he thought to himself as he turned towards his hometown.