Well, he certainly wasn't Robin Hood, but based upon such a memory, he could be quite similar. Rhysand stood quietly off to Marian's right, hands tucked into his pockets. While she had not seen his clothes from arrival he had not strayed far as his things showed up or he went shopping. Everything he wore was black, but not just black...it all matched, it all dripped into itself like the darkest reaches of the night sky, like an ink well toppled over staining the wood. He was tall, incredibly so for he was a High Elf, though it was really the piercing violet gaze and pointed ears that gave him away.
"What an incredible shot you have," Rhysand commented after she had relaxed from the draw. "I'm quite impressed. Better than Feyre. Oh, she wouldn't like that." He chuckled to himself and took a handful of lazy steps forward.