InsaneJournal

Who: Robin Hood and open
What: Finding himself in a strange new place
When: His arrival
Where: Some random street lacking people
Rating: Low


He'd been in the castle. He was not mistaken about that, he knew. And he had been very mindful not to actually drink any of the poison, when he had pretended to do so. It had been a convincing performance, or at least, the others had believed it. But he would have known if it had really happened. And so his mind was not addled.

He was definitely, now, not in the castle. Despite his current and likely more concerning circumstances, he could not fully remove the thought of Will and the others from his mind. They had to save the Sheriff, as backward as that idea should have been. Nottingham would be destroyed if they didn't. And so would Will's soul, Robin knew. He could not live with himself for causing another man's death purely out of revenge. He was too good a man for that.

But right now, he knew he should be more focussed on his own predicament. Where was he? Outside, for a start. No longer in the castle. And he was certain this was not Nottingham. And no place outside of it that he recognised. None of this was familiar. There were tall buildings around him, that were strange and unfamiliar. So far, he had not seen anyone, but his bow remained by his side at the ready, never the less, as he made his way cautiously down the side of the odd roadway. He was comforted for both its presence, and that of his sword and dagger. How ever he had come to be here, his weapons had not been taken from him. And so at the very least, whatever happened, he could defend himself.