WHO: Friar Tuck, Will Scarlet, Maid Marian, Sheriff of Nottingham WHEN: Backdated to the 7th, two days after the last scene WHERE: Dungeon WHAT: Amping up WARNINGS: Soooooo the sheriff's lost his mind a little so yeah....
Exactly as he had promised, the sheriff had returned nine hours after stringing Marian up, to let her down and toss a change of clothes at her. He somehow managed to do this without looking at her, which was pretty impressive, or so Tuck thought.
Since then, they hadn't seen hide nor hair of him. For days.
With nothing but one mug between them to pass around, things were getting a bit dire, especially for Will, who had gone without food the longest. Tuck found himself watching the man closely, a worried expression on his face, far more often than not. Will's face was sinking in and he'd gone so pale and Tuck hated it. Hated it worse than the hunger currently gnawing at his own belly.
The damn egg cup had only ever been intended to feed one person, not three.
Not three.
When the sheriff finally returned, Tuck had been dozing. He had pulled his mattress off the bed and placed it against the bars separating himself and Will so he could be closer. He lifted his head up in tome to see the sheriff charge into Marian's cell and grab her, dragging her out. "NO!" Tuck tried to stand, but his knees went weak and he sort of fell to the side, "what are you doing with her?!"