Sergi? Sergi? Guy narrowed his eyes and looked at Jack. Perhaps this man was not simple after all, bit merely intoxicated. His speech pattern was an obvious sign that Guy’s guess might be correct. Jack seemed to be so drunk he was slurring Guys name, too drunk to even pronounce such a simple name. Sergi. Jack was too drunk to be much help to Guy. The City is only known as the City? What kind of answer was that?
Unless that seemingly stupid answer was the true answer. If that was the case, Guy had to wonder what kind place this was. It seemed that the only purpose of this City, with its strange carriages and drunken inhabitants, was to drive a man mad.
Perhaps that was the answer. He had been struck unconscious while riding through Sherwood Forest and before he had awakened, he had been brought here. Brought to this City by someone who wanted him to go mad. And there was no doubt who that person was.
“Robin Hood,” he said, almost snarling when he spoke that name. The outlaw must have finally realized that he would never win as long as Gut kept his wits about him. This was an obvious last effort of Robin Hood’s to keep his lands and Marion.
“Jack, do you know where I can find Hood?” Guy asked, giving his attention back to the little man in front of him. Even drunkards could be helpful from time to time.