Robin paced fiddling with the band on her wrist. Her hand to hand fighting knowledge was pretty weak. She'd picked up a thing or two here and there, but not enough to teach someone. She'd never taught anyone, anything, ever. Her father taught her archery, Tuck had taught her writing, and Thomas had taught her how to swindle. Someone else would be a better teacher. She glanced around and quickly discarded that idea. It wasn't likely that Litle would let any of these men close enough to teach her. Nor would John let them. Robin groaned. He should have lessons as well at some point. The likelihood of both of them getting swindled or robbed was painfully obvious. She shook her head. One problem at a time. Litle needed protection from men. Frowning, she quickly went over different scenarios a woman could find herself in trouble.

"Robin!" Litle said rather loudly. "Is something wrong? We can postpone the lesson if need be." She asked, her eyebrows pulled together in worry.

"No, everythings alright. I've just never taught before is all." Robin rubbed the back of her neck, sighing. "I think I've figured out a starting point at least, but I'll need your brother John."

"He won't fight me…" Litle looked at the hem of her dress fiddling with a loose string. Robin grinned.

"He won't need to."

Litle looked at her puzzled, but quickly set out calling for her brother. He was moving the horse pickets to fresh grass. Hearing his sister call he secured the last picket before jogging over to her. Litle smiled at him before grabbing his arm and eagerly pulling him towards an open spot of grass Robin had decided on.

"Is everything…alright?" He asked hesitantly. Robin pushed him forward to stand with her in the middle of the grassy area. Litle sat a ways off leaning against a tree.

"Now watch carefully so you can repeat what I show you." Robin turned to John, grabbing his hand before placing it on her neck. Before he had time to protest she turned, pulling his arm over her shoulder and throwing him onto the ground. He groaned. "Now it's your turn." Litle bounced up to stand in front of Robin. "First we are going to go through the steps one by one, then you'll do all of them together to throw John."

The lesson passed quickly and by the end Litle had almost thrown John. She lacked the confidence to fully follow through and her hesitation had caused them both to go crashing down. Seeing Litle's determination begin to waver Robin called an end to the days practice. At the very least Litle would be able to do enough to surprise someone and hopefully get away. John hadn't protested, but taken each of Robin's throws with little complaint. He laid on the ground now trying to find the motivation to get up. His back had to be black and blue despite the grass covering. Still it was a little thing compared to Litle gaining experience. He vowed she'd never have to use the skills Robin was teaching, but even he understood that he might not always be around to protect her. Nor would his sister let herself be so dependent on him. After resting for a bit he looked over to Robin laying on the ground a few feet away from him.

"Are you ever going to explain coming back covered in ash? Or are you going to let the rumors run wild." Robin smirked, her eyes still closed as she enjoyed the breeze.

"They can run all they want. The more rumors the better." Hopefully the rumors would get to any followers of the aresonst, if there were any. Why try and chase a mouse out of its nest when you could lure it out with cheese. "I didn't start it that much I can tell you."

She heard John snort, "I knew that much at least. I'm more curious about you jumping from the manor's roof onto a nearby tree." Robin coughed, "Now that's a rumor I can approve of," she laughed at the absurdity of it. She may have been a squirrel as a child, but those days had long since passed.

"We will be at the next town tomorrow. If all goes well we should be staying a few days at least. So rest up. There will be lots to unload." Robin stood dusting off her pants. "If you and Litle like it enough you'll be able to stay there instead of Nottingham. It's a large enough town that there should be work to be had."

The town was bustling with people and animals. Known for its abundance of fur many flocked to it in the fall months to prepare clothes warm enough for the winter. Edward was counting on trading wares and food for furs to trade in the more southern towns and villages. The atmosphere was festive with many smaller stalls lining the streets. Robin rarely spent her earnings on anything, but the bare essentials. Sleeping on a bed was the one luxury she afforded herself. After settling John & Litle into their inn room she set off for the nearest pub. No one liked to gossip more than a group of drunken men. If there was something going on in the underground they were the ones who'd know it.

Robin glanced at the moss covered sign. Located at the edge of town far away from the hustle of stores the pub sat quietly. Pushing the door open she glanced around. A few men sat scattered around. The pub was empty for now. With the sun setting in an hour or so she wouldn't have long to wait. She chose the furthermost corner table when an elderly man wandered over to her.

"Whatcha be havin?" He asked gruffly, "We don't have none of that fancy stuff. Just tell me the size ya want."

"A pint will do for now," she nodded, tugging her hood forward a touch more. The man grunted before slowly limping towards the bar. She could hear him grumbling about the influx of visitors and lack of help as he rubbed his lower back.

Robin relaxed leaning back against the wall. Her chair was precariously balanced on the back two legs. Voices of no consequence came and went. No news of fires or injustice. It wasn't until she heard a name that almost had her slam her chair upright.

"Prince John…Huntington…" was all she could pick up. Slowly lowering her chair down she scanned the room. Two men were huddled three tables away from her. They kept their voices carefully low. Their faces carefully kept in the shadows of the dimly lit in. Robin's eye shot over to the bar keeper as he came to her table.

"You'll be needing more than a pint if ya want to stay much longer," he growled motioning towards the door with a jerk of his hand.

"A soup. Doesn't matter what kind." She said quickly, resisting the urge to look back at the men. It could be a while yet before they left, but if it was one thing she was good at it was waiting for the prey to move.