To say Sir Hiss was cross would be an understatement. His Majesty had sent him away from the royal box right as the archery competition was to start to do... urgh... lowly grunt work in order to locate that meddling thief Robin Hood. And perhaps most frustrating of all, some pompously phony duke (a disguise that hadn't fooled him, though the snake wasn't entirely surprised that Prince John had fallen for it) had managed to charm the prince and took his rightful seat away from him, leading to Hiss being promptly 'dismissed' to go and look for their target.

A scoff escaped him as he covertly slithered through the festival grounds, searching high and low to find any trace of that sly fox to no avail. Instead, he managed to run himself right into someone who just so happened to be in his way with a less-than-graceful 'thud'. Hiss's vision went spotty for a brief moment, until he quickly shook his head and glared towards them, eyeing them over with faint contempt, forked tongue absently flicking out of his mouth. This appeared to be one of the lowly commoners of Nottingham who had come out to watch the event - clearly one with no sense of direction, either.

Of course, he had to maintain His Majesty's presentation of innocence until the time was right to enact their plan (and until Robin Hood was in their grasp), so instead he took on a feigned look of politeness towards this blissfully unaware soul.

"Oh, where are my manners? Do forgive my lapse in awareness, my dear fellow." he casually said with a faint chuckle in his light, dignified manner of speech, a forced grin on his features. "Though in future, perhaps you might wish to consider not standing in the midst of where others might happen to be passing through, merely to prevent further incidents like this from occurring."

He leaned in a bit more, his grin turning a tad more caustic as his hintingly devious gaze seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. "You're quite fortunate that I am not His Majesty, as I am far more lenient than he is."