Post by roryna on Aug 2, 2009 19:52:52 GMT 1
Allan shivered under his almost worn out cloak in the chilly evening air as he opened the Trip Inn’s door and quickly entered the building; through the usual sign on one of the wooden pilasters outside Guy had earlier let him know his presence was required as soon as possible… and so, here he was.
This time he had waited until the gang had actually decided to call it a night, the wind being even less pleasing in the heart of Sherwood Forest, before sneaking out of the camp as silently as he could. There had been a few questions lately about his enigmatic whereabouts every once in awhile and, as innocent as they appeared, he knew better than to risk everything he had. Especially now that Marian’s presence in the camp had added another pair of eyes to witness his more frequent disappearing.
Besides, he hadn’t forgotten the time she had actually found him in the castle… and he could only hope not to raise any suspicion that could lead the lady to reveal their little secret to Robin.
With a lazy nod, accompanied by an usual wink in the well-known maid’s direction, the outlaw made his way inside the mildly crowded room where several drunken men seemed to have already found comfort from the outside coldness; eventually he sat down at an empty wooden bench in the furthest corner, allowing himself to let out a weary sigh.
He had no idea of what Guy possibly wanted from him… usually it was the other way around. It was Allan the one who made the Sheriff’s right hand know that he had some information for him; information that was actually always a little twisted to avoid giving too much away. He had to recognize he was becoming quite good at it.
Waiting for his not particularly pleasant guest to show up, the trickster took his famous metal cups from his pocket and started to idly playing around with that, his mind wandering on how things had changed during the last months.
This time he had waited until the gang had actually decided to call it a night, the wind being even less pleasing in the heart of Sherwood Forest, before sneaking out of the camp as silently as he could. There had been a few questions lately about his enigmatic whereabouts every once in awhile and, as innocent as they appeared, he knew better than to risk everything he had. Especially now that Marian’s presence in the camp had added another pair of eyes to witness his more frequent disappearing.
Besides, he hadn’t forgotten the time she had actually found him in the castle… and he could only hope not to raise any suspicion that could lead the lady to reveal their little secret to Robin.
With a lazy nod, accompanied by an usual wink in the well-known maid’s direction, the outlaw made his way inside the mildly crowded room where several drunken men seemed to have already found comfort from the outside coldness; eventually he sat down at an empty wooden bench in the furthest corner, allowing himself to let out a weary sigh.
He had no idea of what Guy possibly wanted from him… usually it was the other way around. It was Allan the one who made the Sheriff’s right hand know that he had some information for him; information that was actually always a little twisted to avoid giving too much away. He had to recognize he was becoming quite good at it.
Waiting for his not particularly pleasant guest to show up, the trickster took his famous metal cups from his pocket and started to idly playing around with that, his mind wandering on how things had changed during the last months.