Robin and his gaggle of goons were all coming out of the woodwork. In a short span of time he had nearly his entire gang and that didn't bode well at all. He needed to put his foot down and smother all their arrogant faces into the mud where they belonged.
He hadn't long found Prince John lurking about and trying to use him as some lap dog to do his bidding, Guy however had his own plans of what to do with his time, and it was settling this score his own way. He had paid off some ruffians to put a little fear into the house of God, especially with a rough neck priest like Tuck. The bastard had already spoken out of turn and Guy had had enough of that already. Legally, Guy was here on a call, and he flashed Tuck that sneering smile of his, his boot shifting some stack of papers and books out of his way as he stepped inside this pathetic little parsonage. His men (or as Guy would call them, his henchmen) followed in like a pack of ravenous wolves. "Someone wants your attention---" he looked Tuck right in the eyes without a blink. "Any idea who it may have been? Neighbors? Church officials? Anyone you know?" His own voice dared him to lash out. Like the rest of Robin's gang, Guy would smoother them.