Much had been a whirlwind of emotion lately. Between Robin and his surly attitude and his own feelings of uselessness he worried about everyone and everything. It was a lot of feelings for one man to have. He knew something was wrong with Robin and he had half a mind to go searching through the internet to see what it was, but he also knew right from wrong. That would have been wrong. A total invasion of his masters privacy. He would not betray his trust like that just because someone else had. He just hoped one day that Robin would be able to tell him himself, and things would be as they were before with them.
When Robin mentioned archery he felt elated for the first time in a while. Robin hadn't since the day he'd arrived, Much was concerned there was something wrong from the start but he didn't know what. The fact that Robin had brought up archery the night before took a lot of weight off Much's shoulders as far as worrying went. He was feeling a little better before the storm hit and a tree nearby caught fire. He had nothing to put it out with, but then came the rain and he breathed a momentary sigh of relief. That should help. Though it didn't help him. His modern clothing began to stick to his body as it poured down like angry needles that actually stung his face with their fierceness.
The fires didn't go out. Was that normal here? Much had no idea. He looked around as people began to panic and run from the rain. It was only water, but he understood. He didn't like the rain himself. He peeled off his jacket that was weighing him down now thanks to all the water and looked for the source of the storm. This did not feel like a natural storm, but maybe he was just paranoid after everything he'd been told. There was no actual evidence that it wasn'tnatural. Quit thinking crazy, it's just a storm.
Except there in the middle of the park was a woman with a staff that didn't exactly look very happy. Much nudged at his waist for his dagger and breathed a sigh of relief that he had remembered it. As well as a sword attached to his hip-but daggers were a little less aggressive. He didn't draw any weapons yet though she didn't exactly seem like the rest of the confused displaced. "Hellooo?" Much tried as he got a little closer. "You all right there?"