[ They may be bandits and Robin may have a distinct lack of respect for James in some ways (okay, mostly just the ways pertaining to his royalty), but Little John seems more inclined to treat the man fairly. ... well, more than Robin at any rate. He removes the blindfold to show what appears to be a small village right in the heart of the forest. There are no buildings, but speckles of tents and occasional torches as lampposts, fire pits as randomly places as anything else, men crowded around in spots and sharing drink and stories and milling about to do one job or another despite the hour, there's even the sound of a sparring sword match off in the distance, quiet but unmistakeable.
Robin's town is alive, if small, and if James looks behind him, he'll see the king bandit himself dismounting Penelope and personally leading her off to the makeshift stables along with James's gelding. He's already been approached by several different men and said a few words, all without losing his stride. This world is his and he's in perfect tune with it, much like James might be back at the castle despite the radically different atmosphere. ]
There's sure to be some food laying around if you'd prefer, or we can find a place for you to sleep for the night. Seeing as you're our... guest, we'll let you decide.
John! [ It's for this that he stops, barely within sight of the flickering torchlight down the not-really-a-road. ] Take him to the keg cart, I'll meet the both of you there when I'm done. We've come all this way, we may as well show some hospitality, right?
[ ... and then he's off again, leaving plenty of his men to begin reacting to their guest now that Robin is no longer in the vicinity. Curious looks and questions to each other abound, a quiet murmur among the camp. ]
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[ They may be bandits and Robin may have a distinct lack of respect for James in some ways (okay, mostly just the ways pertaining to his royalty), but Little John seems more inclined to treat the man fairly. ... well, more than Robin at any rate. He removes the blindfold to show what appears to be a small village right in the heart of the forest. There are no buildings, but speckles of tents and occasional torches as lampposts, fire pits as randomly places as anything else, men crowded around in spots and sharing drink and stories and milling about to do one job or another despite the hour, there's even the sound of a sparring sword match off in the distance, quiet but unmistakeable.
Robin's town is alive, if small, and if James looks behind him, he'll see the king bandit himself dismounting Penelope and personally leading her off to the makeshift stables along with James's gelding. He's already been approached by several different men and said a few words, all without losing his stride. This world is his and he's in perfect tune with it, much like James might be back at the castle despite the radically different atmosphere. ]
There's sure to be some food laying around if you'd prefer, or we can find a place for you to sleep for the night. Seeing as you're our... guest, we'll let you decide.
John! [ It's for this that he stops, barely within sight of the flickering torchlight down the not-really-a-road. ] Take him to the keg cart, I'll meet the both of you there when I'm done. We've come all this way, we may as well show some hospitality, right?
[ ... and then he's off again, leaving plenty of his men to begin reacting to their guest now that Robin is no longer in the vicinity. Curious looks and questions to each other abound, a quiet murmur among the camp. ]