You are running through the forest of Sherwood. Sheriff of Nottingham's men are fast at your heels. You were caught stealing from their tax cart that they brought out every week to take everything they could from your village. You fall to your feet after tripping over a root. You think this is it for you when you hear an arrow whiz past. You cautiously look up to find a man in green standing in front of you, aiming an arrow at the men behind you. "You alright, love?" he asks you, not taking his eyes off of the men.