The sheriff of Nottingham stormed out into the courtyard, his wife beside him.
He watched the group of soldiers ride out to Sherwood, shaking his head.
"That outlaw will be the death of me!"
"That's right." Robin suddenly stood before Alfred and Scarlet, sword pointed at the sheriff.
"Hood! I thought you were already gone!" Alfred stepped in front of Scarlett, who gripped his sleeve tightly.
"I stayed around to watch things play out."
"To watch what play out?"
Robin ignored the question. "Why did you take the food from Locksley? I know you're not that big of a pig."
"Every great capture requires bait."
"It would have been a great capture… if you had actually captured someone." Robin smirked.
"Oh, I don't know, Hood, I think we have you now." Scarlett spoke as her husband drew his sword.
"Haven't we been through this already, sheriff? Well, at least you remembered your sword this time."
The sheriff swung his blade widely before him.
"I wouldn't, 'Alfy,' you sent your men after the wagon, remember? My men are all around, just waiting for my signal."
Scarlett's grip tightened as Alfred's eyes involuntarily glanced around. When the sheriff's gaze was averted, Robin took a few sideways steps.
The sheriff turned back to Robin, but before he could say anything, the thud of horses' hooves and the creaking of wheels came as two armored figures drove a large food filled wagon into the courtyard.
"Until next time, sheriff."
Robin turned and grabbed the back of the passing wagon. He threw one leg over the side, but before he could get all the way in, the sheriff reached out and grabbed his boot.
Robin tried to kick his leg free, but Alfred hung on tightly. "There won't be a next time, Hood!"
"You're right, sheriff, there won't be a next time, because you're about to be sacked!"
Before the sheriff could react, Robin grabbed the nearest sack and slammed it into the sheriff. The bag ripped open in a puff of white as flour cascaded everywhere. Alfred's grip loosened and Robin gave one last kick, which was enough to free his boot.
The wagon bounced on the stones in the courtyard and right through the gate, unhindered.
Robin clapped Will and Djaq on the back and laughed as they rode down the path to Locksley.