Robin of Loxley was back from the Crusades... and alive!

He had returned home, only to find his estate was being repossessed by Prince John, who was heavily taxing the people while King Richard was still at war. His father wouldn't have let this happen if he was alive. He had died while Robin was away, as did his mother of pneumonia and his brothers from the Plague. Even his dog Pogo was struck by a carriage and his goldfish Goldie was eaten by the cat... who choked on the goldfish.

Along with a group of merry men in tights, Robin set out to London to regain his father's land. On his journey there, you came running to him, screaming like a madman and begging Robin to hide you. A group of men on horseback followed you, humming this ridiculous tune, led by the Sheriff of Rottingham. "Over them hand," he demanded before clearing his throat. "Hand them over."

"And what have they done?" Robin stepped in front of you, hand on his sword.

"They deered to kill a King's dare," the Sheriff sighed and corrected himself, "dared to kill a King's deer."

"I see no problem here. Sherwood is for all the King's people," Robin defended.

"And why would the people side with you?" the Sheriff scoffed.

"Because, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent," he smirked.

That made the Sheriff reach for his sword, only for the quick Robin to cut at a stirrup and send the Sheriff under his horse. Robin swatted the steed's behind and it rode off, as the Sheriff's men followed, continuing to sing that ridiculous tune.

"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Robin nodded before turning to you, "are you alright?"