The diligence you're travelling in comes to a halt as the coachman stops the horses, who seems agitated from the small flap window you peek through...

Until one of the guards harshly closes it, and a whistling noise breaks the silence that had taken over your small group.

"Hello there, Robin Hood, here to steal a few gold, and some ladies' hearts."

You hear a mocking, deep masculine voice coming from the trees as a loud thud on the diligence's roof interrupts your train of thoughts...