I finally stood up from my bed and just stared out from the small crack of the tent's opening. I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly. Empty your mind...think of everything and nothing... I concentrated on those words only. It was ironic how calm these words made me, because Red was the one to teach me to calm my mind. She had told me a Werewolf's mind is always busy and when she wanted peace, she would mediate on those words. After constantly repeating them, eventually I felt my mind stop its constant anxieties and worries. All my thoughts had vanished and now there was nothing to think of. I quietly laid myself back down and fell right to sleep.
I had slept too peacefully because one of the men had shouted out for me to wake up. I scrambled up and saw my tent was taken down and only my bedroll and armor were around. I clumsily went for my blanket a bit embarrassed from the men getting a glimpse of my under clothing. They weren't exactly under garments, but they were close to that. I felt humiliated. Robin Hood had given me his lead and I was already late for the day. I wasn't usually like this, or even a heavy sleeper. Just somehow it had escaped me. I rushed for my armor and quickly put it in as the men around me took the tents down and packed the rest of the supplies. It took me awhile to assemble myself, but as soon as I gathered my courage again, I was harsh on the men. "We will leave in a few moments, men! When we get into the Village, we will not engage any Werewolf!" I seriously announced, making it clear we were not to make trouble. One man disregarded me and laughed out, "We're taking orders from a woman?"
"You will do as she says!" Robin Hood called out as he walked into camp with Roland. The man quickly arranged himself to be presentable as Robin Hood came into the camp. "Have we forgotten how to treat our company?!" Robin Hood asked his men sternly. He seemed a bit embarrassed and angry with how his men were presenting themselves to me. The men looked all ways except his way, clearly respecting him. I shook my head with a small grin on my face, Robin Hood was quite the leader. Robin Hood looked toward me nodding, his eyes telling me sorry and his gesture telling me to take the lead. I nodded firmly back at him and began to lead the men into the Village.
I had brought Khan with me before we ventured out the first night. It was a last minute arrangement, but it seemed necessary. Khan was my warhorse who had sustained much, and she was also my friend. Through all the things I've been through, she was always with me. As we rode into the village, some of the villagers immediately recognized Robin Hood and his men. "Robin Hood is here! Robin Hood is here!" A few villagers rushed out from their homes to see if the news were true. Many villagers looked toward me curious, but also as if they knew me. I kept my head forward worried about the task at hand. We came to the villages' tavern to meet with the Sheriff. Because it was a small village, there was no need for royal guards or soldiers from Camelot to be here, just a small soldier station was all that was needed. I was seated at a table alone because I was meet with the Head soldier alone. Robin Hood and his men were at the other end of the tavern awaiting my orders. I silently sat thinking of what I would even say, or do to the Werewolves. What if they won't negotiate with me...? What if they aren't even capable of controlling their Wolf? I felt a cold sweat trickle down my spine as these questions arose. I surely didn't want to disappoint Robin Hood, but more myself.
