"How I know it," Malcolm growled. "They didn't give a shit about the poor to begin with. They were highwaymen. Stealing money made by honest people to line their own pockets." Malcolm poured her some scotch as well, and carried it over to her. "Robin's the worst. He's the leader. Little John is a hulk of a man but without Robin he would be nothing. The Friar is smarter than he looks. Much isn't. Scarlet is a slippery little weasel of a man. And Stutely...they say he's cunning, but all I see is an oaf."