"you did what?" Will asked robin as calmly as he could. He and Djaq were not best pleased that within five minutes of returning they were informed that Allan had once again been thrown from the gang. They hadn't been gone for more than... honestly! "Robin, please tell me you let him speak?" He turned to Much, who shook his head.
"He's been acting suspisious for weeks! Losing sleep, weight- getting shifty!"
"perhaps allan was ill? There are many illnesses around."
"Gisborne was always two steps ahead of us-"
"Maybe it was someone else?"
"Like who? Who else would betray us?" Alistair chose this moment to emerge with red eyes, seemingly upset about his brother's capture. "We will get him back, Alistair."
"Robin. Even if he did- would Gisborne ever trust allan again?" Robin had no answer.
Allan urged himself to get up. He had managed so far to drag himself to a stone wall. Pain is only temporary... he told himself this over and over. He had to warn Robin! And... oh no Quentin! He would have to be told and... look allan, just get on your feet first- worry about that later- but they could be doing anything to him- but later warn robin- they could then rescue Quentin. He pulled himself up in a surge of strength which sent his entire body into invisible flames, he pulled his injured arm into where Alistair had stabbed him- to try to stem the flow and walked, trying to ignore the constant drip-drip-dripping of blood on the floor- it wouldn't be difficult to track him that was for sure- but he had to warn the gang, his family.