The scraggly band of travelers arrived in Warshingtire, a small town across from Nottingham, sharing South's pilfered gold with the villagers they came across. As the last house was left behind, South rummaged his hand though the pouch.

"Oh dear me, we've run out of gold again."

"Well, what did you expect? And what can we do now? We can't provide for others if we can't fend for ourselves."

Gill held up an even smaller sack, shaking out a few farthings. "Maybe this can help?"

"I would have something to help if the Sheriff hadn't taken it from me," Eleanor sighed.

"No giving up now, we have to think of something."

Pine pondered their meager options. "We've already stolen – er, borrowed – money from the Sheriff thanks to South, and there aren't very many wealthy people in Nottingham excepting the nobility, His Highness and the Sheriff."

"Maybe we could do odd tasks for a fee?" Gill suggested, his antennae flicking weakly.

"There's almost nothing we can do. Let's face it for what it is. Our journey is ending here," Eleanor sighed sadly.

South rubbed his chin for a moment, then looked closely at Eleanor's locket. He grumbled to himself, mulling over the possibilities, then spoke up. "Well, maybe one of you has something to sell? We could make reasonable profit and give that to the poor."

"A good notion, Friar, but we don't possess much of value, not mentioning your crucifix, Pine's brass ring from his parents, and… erm…" Gill trailed off, gesturing at Eleanor's locket and dagger.

She looked up for a second in confusion, then clutched her locket tighter. "Oh, no, I can't! I'm terribly sorry, but there is no way in Heaven or Earth I am selling my locket!"

"It is for a good cause, Eleanor, and we really need the money," Gill prompted.

South placed a gentle hand on her shoulder for comfort. "Do what you deem is best, daughter. He will not hold you in any less value when He looks upon you."

Eleanor sighed deeply, tears wetting her eyes as she shook her head. "I just can't sell my locket. My mother gave it to me as a baby, and when Rob O' and I meet again, he has to see me wearing it. I do want to help the poor, I really do, but I can't sell it."

South nodded in consideration, then looked down at his crucifix. "Perhaps I could sell this instead?"

"No, Father, you've done enough for us already by stealing for us," Gill protested.

Pine twisted his brass ring around his finger in thought, then scowled. "Well, my ring isn't going to fetch much of a price for us. If you would quit being selfish, rude, uncaring people, maybe we could actually get somewhere for once."

"Now see here, Pine!" South angrily retorted.

"Selfish is as selfish does. You can't blame them for wanting to keep memories and faith intact. Eleanor has been through enough already and South is a great help to us! Don't blame them for our financial straits!" Gill shouted back defensively.

"I believe we have lost focus on why we are here in the first place. Money shouldn't be the largest concern right now. We're on the trail to Rob O' and time is being wasted," South tried to interject.

Gill and Pine paid him no heed and were continuing to argue when Eleanor started to untie Spitfire. South noticed immediately.

"Where are you headed?"

"I'm going to Sherwood Forest. I'm tired of the bickering, and I'll find Rob O' with or without them."

"You are not leaving by yourself; I will accompany you. Perhaps they will sort themselves out," South quipped, hoisting Eleanor onto Spitfire's saddle.

When Gill and Pine finally noticed Eleanor leaving with South, they quickly caught up to them. After promising not to bicker as much, the group set off again and eventually arrived at the edge of Sherwood Forest. Spitfire was exhausted from travel, so they dismounted and allowed her to feed on the lush green grass and drink from a nearby spring. Eating from their provisions, Pine left the camp to survey the area ahead.

"You all stay with Spitfire while I examine ahead," he ordered.

Reluctantly, Eleanor laid her back against Spitfire's as Pine walked away without a word.

A couple of hours later, Pine hadn't returned, and Eleanor grew worried.

"Hmm, he should have come back about now," Gill huffed, still steaming.

"Of course. Perhaps he became lost and is now trying to retrace his steps. Or he was captured by bandits and is being turned on a spit like a roast chicken," South teased, albeit halfheartedly.

Eleanor groaned, then got up from her position and dusted herself off, stringing her bow and arranging her quiver. "Well, I'm not going to sit here all day. I'm going to look for him myself. If I don't make it back in a reasonable time, consider getting help, alright?"

South and Gill nodded as Eleanor mounted Spitfire and readied her weapons. With preparations finished, she rode deeper into Sherwood Forest to look for Pine – or in a worst-case scenario, what was left of him.

A minute or two later, she spied his coonskin cap lying in the dirt. When she dismounted to retrieve it and brush the dust away, a familiar gruff tone called out from above her.

"Keep your hands off of my coonskin!"

Shaking her head in amusement, Eleanor searched the nearby grove of trees, scanning them for any Lincoln green. "Where are you, Pine? These trees all look the same."

"I'm right here, can't you see me?" Pine grumbled.

She turned and came close to Pine's nose. "Looks like you found where you belong," she teased.

"Aw, quit mocking me and help me down from here!"

"Alright, alright."

Cutting the rope with her dagger, Eleanor caught him as he fell, staggering. "Oomph, lay off the roast beef once in a while!"

On the way back to camp, Pine mulled in his thoughts and took Eleanor's hand, making her pause.

"What is it?"

"I'm… sorry for how I've been acting lately. I've been unfair, taking over this whole journey and not considering your feelings at all. Please, let me make it up to you somehow."

Eleanor blinked as he let go of her hand.

"Let us be friends instead?"

She nodded and laughed, rubbing his coonskin roughly. "I thought we already were, Piney!"

Eleanor quickly covered her mouth, but Pine simply chuckled.

"It's alright, you can call me Piney. All of my friends do."

Meeting up with South and Gill, who had prepared another meal, the group traveled to a trading post to trade Pine's brass ring and some of Gill's farthings for much needed supplies and two more horses to lighten Spitfire's load. They mounted the new horses, Cinnamon and Shadow, loaded their new provisions, and trampled off to finally find Rob O'.

When they finally came across what they thought was him, he was unconscious, lying face down in a river. Eleanor and Pine dragged him out using Spitfire and Cinnamon while South prepared medical assistance. After Rob O' was safely out of the river, Eleanor bent down to his chest to check his heartbeat. He began coughing and spitting up the water in his lungs, then slowed, moaning slightly. South administered the treatments while the others stood by, holding their noses from the stench. All they could do now was watch over him and wait.