Sir Guy of Gisborne had followed the advice of the drunken idiot he encountered when he first arrived in this “City”. He had gone to a set of buildings and found one that closely resembled a tavern. There, he had ordered food and ale and inquired about a place to stay. The peasants running the establishment were almost rude to him until he showed them a couple of gold coins. After that, they not only fed him well; they offered him a nice room above the tavern to stay in. Peasants never changed, no matter where they were; show them some coin and they were falling over themselves to be nice to you.
Satisfied with how things were progressing, Guy ventured out into the City again. He was disgusted by the things that he saw various women wearing, and he did not understand the young people with bits of metal stuck through various parts of their faces. They didn’t seem like barbaric pagans, yet their grooming habits seemed… lacking. This was a strange place Robin Hood had left him in. He would make that outlaw pay for this.
Out walking, Guy felt a little better. In the open streets, it was easier to avoid those whose appearance offended and shocked him. He thought it a little odd that he seemed to be the only person around who was armed. How did the strange folk defend themselves?
After a bit of walking he spotted what he at first thought was another scandalously dressed woman. But as he got closer, he realized her attire was that of a member of a sultan’s harem. It was strange to see a light haired Saracen, but not unheard of. He just hoped she was not another of these young people that seemed to enjoy pretending to be something they were not.
Walking closer, and willing to keep walking if the proved to be another fake, Guy bowed his head slightly and greeted her appropriately. “As-Salamu ‘Alaykum.” He had learned a few things when he had been in the Holy Land.