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Ren and Maria left early the next morning, while it was still dark. Their Uncle was oblivious, and Rolf was sleeping soundly in his basket, though Maria nearly woke him from his slumber by slinging a bag over her shoulder with a loud thump. But the creature didn't wake, to their relief, and they soon left the confines of the Manor. Once outside, Ren instantly pulled her shawl closer around her frame. Although it was a summer night, it was surprisingly cold, an icy breeze causing stray strands of hair to flick into her face. They made it into the woods, a lantern guiding them through the tangle of sinister trees, twisted pieces of wood occasionally tugging her dress or scratching her leg. The silence became threatening, so she spoke, a few steps behind her cousin.

"So, lets run through the plan again, yes? We find Robin...and then we shoot him-"

Maria cut her off, brows raised in deep shock. "No! We don't murder him!"

"...It was a joke. God, I should never even attempt humour." Ren yawned quietly.

They continued to walk; Stumbling, really, until the sun rose. It crept through the trees, and Ren mumbled her complaint as her eyes adjusted to the light. They'd just tried to follow the main road, towards the gate which divided Moonacre and Denoir land from the rest of the world. It was dusty and wide, the mass of trees surrounding the road becoming thicker as the road wound onwards. Judging on logic and research alone, the Denoir gang intercepted any carriages further up. It was quiet for a long while, this allowed Maria and Ren to set up their traps.
It wasn't long before a carriage did arrive, thankfully driving as a steady pace, occupied by a small family hoping to ride past Moonacre land and into the next main town. Ren and Maria weren't particularly inventive, but they'd taken a leaf out of the Denoir handbook. She and Maria convinced the hesitant family to stop, and told them someone would attempt to rob them. This family seemed to be well-versed in the Denoir's annoying tendancy to steal, and a middle aged man soon started to ramble about his brother who'd been robbed the previous year...
Ren sank into a day-dream, but Maria cut the rambling man off, to her relief. Maria told them to drive forward and not to fear, the Denoirs would get a taste of their own medicine. They complied, slightly more willing and naive than Ren had expected.

The plan didn't work as expected, in the slightest.

The gang of young men did arrive. However, as they raced towards the carriage and brandished blunt knives, they avoided the traps Maria and Ren had set. But the man Ren had just described as 'naive and willing' soon took matters into his own hands, roughly hitting a Denoir boy in the head with what seemed to be a photoframe. The boy fell, while the rest scampered off into the trees.

Ren stood, wide-eyed for a few moments. "I'm not sure whether that was the desired effect. I do hope he isn't dead, but technically it wasn't our fault..." Ren commented, joking, but she sounded perfectly casual. Honestly though, killing them really hadn't been an aim. Nuisance removed, the carriage drove forward, leaving the boy where he lay. Only until Ren wandered over did she realise who this young man was; Body limp in unconsciousness, head bleeding, curls swept in front of closed eyes.

"Robin Denoir, we meet again."