Hero of Sherwood

I hate the forest. The forest is his domain, where he’s laid in tricks and traps and blind trails, like a fox’s favorite run.

“Give to the poor,” ha! If Prince John had known how easily a few handfuls of their own copper could buy loyalty… They don’t understand. They don’t have to tell the families of the men he’s killed. And they blame me for that, too.

I would raise an army and burn the whole festering thicket to the ground, but I know that should I even try, he would already be behind me, laughing from the battlements…