Home for the night
Who: The outlaws (minus Robin)
What: Coming home after the heist
Where: Sherwood Forest
When: 29th of September, night
The driver of the coach let them off some ways away from camp; although they could easily have him drive them to their doorstep, as it were, it was safer not to let him know exactly where they were located. That way, even if he was tortured, he wouldn't be able to give them the location. Will shivered a little at the thought. He hoped that the man wouldn't suffer for their actions. The man had begged for the chance to be part of their plans, and had been grateful for the opportunity, but the idea of an innocent bystander- mostly innocent, anyway- being punished on their account wasn't an idea that Will liked at all.
He hopped down after they rolled to a stop, and automatically reached out to offer Djaq a hand. The part of the evening where they pretended to be engaged was over, but he'd be lying if he said that the end of the ruse didn't leave him with a tinge of regret. He turned back to the coach, and hauled off one of the chests, grunting at the weight. His arms were already aching, and he knew that tomorrow he would feel the full effects of carrying the chests around. John took down two others, and Djaq grabbed the remaining one. He nodded his thanks to their driver, and together they hauled the night's takings up the hill, and then down again to where the camp was. Will set the chest down to pull the lever, and then picked it up again to walk- or rather, stagger- inside. Once in, he set it down. They could sort everything tomorrow; for now, he just wanted to go to bed.
What: Coming home after the heist
Where: Sherwood Forest
When: 29th of September, night
The driver of the coach let them off some ways away from camp; although they could easily have him drive them to their doorstep, as it were, it was safer not to let him know exactly where they were located. That way, even if he was tortured, he wouldn't be able to give them the location. Will shivered a little at the thought. He hoped that the man wouldn't suffer for their actions. The man had begged for the chance to be part of their plans, and had been grateful for the opportunity, but the idea of an innocent bystander- mostly innocent, anyway- being punished on their account wasn't an idea that Will liked at all.
He hopped down after they rolled to a stop, and automatically reached out to offer Djaq a hand. The part of the evening where they pretended to be engaged was over, but he'd be lying if he said that the end of the ruse didn't leave him with a tinge of regret. He turned back to the coach, and hauled off one of the chests, grunting at the weight. His arms were already aching, and he knew that tomorrow he would feel the full effects of carrying the chests around. John took down two others, and Djaq grabbed the remaining one. He nodded his thanks to their driver, and together they hauled the night's takings up the hill, and then down again to where the camp was. Will set the chest down to pull the lever, and then picked it up again to walk- or rather, stagger- inside. Once in, he set it down. They could sort everything tomorrow; for now, he just wanted to go to bed.