Well, my friend, let's put another log and stoke up the campfire....

This part of Sherwood Forest is known to be one of the safest, since it's a long way from any of the many routes that wind their way through.

You're clearly not one of the Sherriff's men, since you don't seem to be from around these parts... I will gladly relate to you a tale of Robin of the Hood, and what became of him. I hope you'll share a story or two in return. I always love to hear new ones.

I'm sure Robin's name will echo on through the ages, but I must do what I can to see that happens. Hence I have woven many a tale and song and shared them with good folk like yourself, on my travels. It is good to be nearing home again at last, now that peace has been restored, at least for now.

You know, our tales weave a fine song of bravery, cunning, luck and above all, friendship and belonging...

Such a time may never come again... or else it will, and they will need his stories....

So where should I start? Should I tell you about when I first met the great man and leader?

And, friend, you must also tell me your story, whenever you like, for everyone has one, and it's how we fix our stories to our bows, just like an arrow we can fire at the stars, that can leave a trail or meet a target, even one we cannot - and will never - get to see for ourselves.... I can offer you pearls of wisdom and support should you ever need one, from my time with Robin how he might see things....