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The noon sun filtered through the leaves like spotted water, warming the world just enough that a night's cloak was left in Robyn the Hood's meager dwelling at the edge of the bandit's camp. So peaceful was the air of that day that one less thoughtful might have gladly left behind their bow, as well. But Robyn had at least looped that, along with a fresh quiver of arrows, over her shoulders before she had disappeared from the outlaw's dwelling place.

A long and successful night should have led to a late morning, but Robyn had awoken early and agitated. She had a distinct feeling in the back of her mind that something of great import was going to happen today--other than the latest recruits receiving a thorough welcoming process from the older hats. Maybe it was the slight smell of rain upon the wind. Maybe it was the carriage she could hear approaching on the nearest path.

Robyn grinned a bit and slunk through the shadows of the trees until she had found a sturdy oak, which she quickly scaled with all the agility of a particularly graceful squirrel. When she was at one of the higher branches--within leaping distance of another tree leading deep into the forest, but with a fine vantage point of the path--Robyn grew still, and clung to the side of the trunk until she blended like a missing piece.

Perhaps it was just travelers. Perhaps it was a new member for the court. Perhaps it was more soldiers to supplement the king's personal army. But nothing passed through the forest without Robyn Hood's silent permission.