Arthur cocked his head at that, curious, not entirely sure whether 'sit somewhere more comfortable' meant serious or just this bar stool is giving me a sore arse. The others had already filled him in a bunch on the long drive over, about how Tuck had kids and Scarlet had one on the way, and how the Sheriff had been hanging around like a bad smell for a good year, but they'd given him the flick and held Prince John's dumb jewel-encrusted egg to ransom in the process. What else was there to know? Did Rob have something new in the works?
Ah well, he'd soon find out. He shrugged easily and slid off the stool. "Righto," he said. "Lead the way, old mate."