Will wasn't about to sit around with his thumb up his arse. He had to do something, even if it was just pace around and rage for a while. And he had to check on Friar Tuck.
Funny how Tuck was the sweetest of all of them, even Marian. Even though he threw a mean punch, he was kind and thoughtful and spoke out for what he believed in. Sucker-punching Tuck was a dastardly thing to do. It was like attacking someone's grandma.
So he strode in without knocking, a look of fury on his face when he saw the mess.
"TUCK! You better be sitting down!" He threw a nod to Alan on his way to check over his friend. "Can't even drink out of a glass, you heathen?" He went to the cupboard and clunked a few glasses down on the table, because there would be more people coming.