aprt two now...
Where was that coach? It should have come through two hours ago... Robin counted the times this had happened lately, four times in two weeks. He found himself looking in Allan's direction, seeing the man looking out to the road in confusion. Surely he wouldn't do it a second time? Robin told himself it was nothing- winter was coming and coaches would stop at inns more frequently... that was all. And reluctantly he called his gang in, lets go home. Will and Djaq had sett off for Scarborough a little over three weeks ago, and would be back with the gang in another two, meanwhile the six men continued to plod on.
"Eurgh..." Allan rubbed his eyes. "What time is it?"
"Eight." Quentin called out at him.
"How do you know that?" Allan asked, quite confused- he had expected a time of day, not an actual time.
"He has it written on a bit of parchment." Right... Thought Allan, I wont ask.
"Whats on the agenda today, then? Is it Clun or Nettlestone?"
"Neither, it's Locksley."
"I thought we did Locksley... Wake me in a few hours." Allan lay back down and was met with a swift kick in the back from Alistair. "Oooww!"
"Al?" Quentin inquired after his older brother, indicating Allan now squeezing his eyes shut in pain.
"What? He needs to get up, we've got rounds! He's just being dramatic see..." With a scoop under the arms he picked Allan up and plonked him back down on the floor. "you're far to easy to lift- you know that right?"
Rubbing his back all Allan did was send a glare his way and move slowly towards the sacks of food waiting to be delivered. Quentin gave his brother a strange look before he joined Allan and they made their way to Locksley. Quentin looked sideways at Allan, the guy seemed to be smaller and slower recently, and had bags forming under his eyes- perhaps he should have slept while they made the drops... He tried to con Allan out of carrying so many sacks over the passing hour, but to no avail, he was as stubborn as a mule. He shook his head as they reached Locksley, they began making their way around the village when Gisborne seized Quentin.
No... Allan tried to think of any way he could help his friend, but finding himself at a loss, he ran. How had Gisborne known they would be there?