He has always been know as the Sheriff's right-hand man, clad in black leather. He has been painted a man who killed and followed orders on rumour that it would lead him to status and power. Many have said he was not a man to be trusted or respected, but those were just their words. But, this time it's time to set the story straight and here from the man himself. His own words.
At last I have managed to gain an audience with the Sheriff. I have been trying to do so for so many weeks, but every time I request to have an audience with him he would either make excuses or order me to collect the taxes from Locksley and the other surrounding villages. Alas, these orders were futile because earlier on the very same day I had already collected the money. But no matter how I'd approach him and told him those others matters could wait a little longer, he would dismiss me as he usually does.
Vasey has instructed me to have an audience with him at sundown. Though, I still have my doubts. The Sheriff will never allow himself to be fooled into telling me his plans. He never does. All I do is follow and keep my mouth shut. Like I said before, I am but the puppet and he, the puppeteer.
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