Who: Robin Hood + Much (The Miller's Son) + Guy of Gisborne What: Meeting up with a long-time pal When: Monday Where: Prospect Park Lake
Guy had already announced that he had a warrant out on Robin, but the slick little outlaw had no qualms with ditching his current residence and looking for another place to live. He had a back pack with all his stuff (which wasn't much, Robin didn't need a lot of material possessions) and took a stroll in Prospect Park, stopping at the bridge. There were two older gentleman with a fishing pole over the side as Robin glanced down at the water below where a group of ducks swam about.
Maybe he shouldn't be out in broad daylight, but the broken part of Robin didn't care of Guy found him. Robin had a pocket full of tricks to escape. As he looked down at his reflection he recalled the first time he met Little John, fighting on the bridge with quarterstaff's. John was huge, tall and he could probably have crushed his skull with his hands alone. Rob wasn't the strongest, but he was lithe and moved fast. What he didn't have in muscle he made up for with speed and tricks. His mind ran through many "firsts" and he still couldn't think of Marian without thinking of punching Guy in the balls and stabbing him in the face with an arrow. He hadn't reached out to his lady love, but he hadn't the energy to fight her over this---he was just incredibly hurt. The entire gang had reached out to talk, but none of them had said anything to sway his mind. As he saw it, Marian was still not invited as long as he was around.