Prologue
A lone figure stood in the rain, leaning against a tree. Fog was slowly settling in, covering the forest in a thick mist. The figure lifted up an item from the ground, most likely a bow. He looked into the distance, taking an arrow from the satchel on his back. He pulled it to it's full length, but didn't release.
"Who goes there?" He shouted, above the clatter of the rain.
"It is I Robin, I am looking for Little John, or Will Scarlet."
"Do you have business with them?" the man with the bow and arrows asked suspiciously.
"Yes, but it is my business alone. You should know that I have become an outlaw myself, like you. Surely you will not refuse one of your own?" he asked.
"Since when have you, a noble become one of us?" the man asked.
"Umm...Long story short...Prince John is not...altogether happy with me...I kind of called him a traitor, and told him he is no prince, and that King Richard will come back...and kill him... You see, I got a little angry with him when he wouldn't pay a ransom for King Richard. Now I have quite a lot of money resting on my head."
"What's to stop me of turning you in to the prince?"the man asked Robin.
"A lot of money on your head?" Came a voice from behind the man questioning Robin. " Who'd be crazy enough to do that? It's quite an ugly head, nothing compared to the likes of mine, of course."
Robin grinned, "Will Scarlet, I'd know that sickenin' voice from anywhere."
"Now, back to why you should help me with my plan. I plan to steal money from Prince John and his nobles to free the King, and he in return will personally name you all...ummm.....unoutlawed...(I guess), if you assist me."
"How do I know I can trust you, you could just turn us all in."
"I am a man of my word, before I turned you in I would take my own life, on my honor." Robin look at Will while saying this, Will nodded, but let the man decide what to do.
Maybe it was the spark in Robin's blue eyes, but the man found himself believing Robin, and silently motioned him to follow, leading Robin to the camp, asking for news.
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A lone figure stood in the rain, leaning against a tree. Fog was slowly settling in, covering the forest in a thick mist. The figure lifted up an item from the ground, most likely a bow. He looked into the distance, taking an arrow from the satchel on his back. He pulled it to it's full length, but didn't release.
"Who goes there?" He shouted, above the clatter of the rain.
"It is I Robin, I am looking for Little John, or Will Scarlet."
"Do you have business with them?" the man with the bow and arrows asked suspiciously.
"Yes, but it is my business alone. You should know that I have become an outlaw myself, like you. Surely you will not refuse one of your own?" he asked.
"Since when have you, a noble become one of us?" the man asked.
"Umm...Long story short...Prince John is not...altogether happy with me...I kind of called him a traitor, and told him he is no prince, and that King Richard will come back...and kill him... You see, I got a little angry with him when he wouldn't pay a ransom for King Richard. Now I have quite a lot of money resting on my head."
"What's to stop me of turning you in to the prince?"the man asked Robin.
"A lot of money on your head?" Came a voice from behind the man questioning Robin. " Who'd be crazy enough to do that? It's quite an ugly head, nothing compared to the likes of mine, of course."
Robin grinned, "Will Scarlet, I'd know that sickenin' voice from anywhere."
"Now, back to why you should help me with my plan. I plan to steal money from Prince John and his nobles to free the King, and he in return will personally name you all...ummm.....unoutlawed...(I guess), if you assist me."
"How do I know I can trust you, you could just turn us all in."
"I am a man of my word, before I turned you in I would take my own life, on my honor." Robin look at Will while saying this, Will nodded, but let the man decide what to do.
Maybe it was the spark in Robin's blue eyes, but the man found himself believing Robin, and silently motioned him to follow, leading Robin to the camp, asking for news.
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