Of Lairs; Thevies; And Sabotage

[Robin Of The Woods]

Robert had friends whom was loyal too him. While he did not trust most of them with information as to where his men were; his plans; his anything--they trusted him. One of these friends spoke if an Irish man; come to befriend and betray him.

So when just hours later; in an almost staged event an Irish man was outlawed; Robert was inclined to believe the warning; but want to play along.

Keep your friends close . . .

When they were back at camp; Robert sought out the one member of his men that he knew would know how to handle a man and a lair. "Aurelia;" Robert called to her; giving her the details and telling her to make sure the man knew nothing to turn in; keep him feed with wrongs; and if he pushed too hard--see him gone from 'this place'. This place; being this world. "Humor his intent; but do not let him be successful. I do not need a trader in my mist; but I rather know which one is the lair; rather then send this one away and an unknown man joins our mist."

[TAG: Aurelia; Brennan]
[Note: Robert is not in the thread; just starting it.]

[Aurelia]

The moment Aurelia heard her name called she went to Robin, like an obedient little wife. Only, they were well past that tension... even though she enjoyed reminding him time to time. She listened to his latest plan of humoring a traitor, and Aurelia just stared at their leader, making a slight face at her latest task. "You want me babysit?" She asked sarcastically, though she would do it without further request. Truth be told, she was rather intrigued to find out who this man was. A man who thought he would be able to fool them all! Making him the greatest fool. Her head turned to glance at him. Young. Handsome. A perfect prey. And a complete imbecile for thinking he could fool Robin so easily! She looked back at Robert, a smile forming on her lips. "Don't worry. I take good care of him," she assured. And with a small wink, made her leave from Robin's presence. When the men were gone, she had made some food so they could eat upon their return.

She poured a little stew in a bowl and carried it over to the man who she was tasked to 'keep an eye on'. It certainly helped that he was quite easy on the eyes. Very much so. It reminded her of how fortunate she had felt when her latest prey had been Robin, and not some elderly ugly old man. Aurelia went where the money led her. But this... was just as fun, if not more. Purposely flipping her hair and creating a smile on her lips, she approached the traitor, extending the bowl of stew which she cupped with both her hands. "Will you eat something?" She asked in a softer voice then she was used to speaking in the presence of the other men, her tone making it sound like it would be more of a favor to her then something he may desire. "I would not want you be in a state of uncomfortable hunger. Not when there much food to share." Aurelia's words were a bit more fluid, having been able to pick up on words and enhance her vocabulary. Mostly from Robin since he was the one with the most refined speech. But, she was rather proud of how much she was leaning and would use what she knew in situations like this.

[Brennan]

Things where going as planned. After hearing of the ransom on the outlaw; Brennan had traveled from London to Nottingham in order to collect. He only knew of the rumors and the basics; and the coin. Not more mattered when catching the outlaws in this world. From the wanted posters this Robin Hood was the most annoying of outlaws for he had loyalty of the people.

Did they not see his as a villain? Brennan had set up a scene where it appeared he was helping a man escape from the guard; so the outlaws would take him to their hide out. From here; he would learn what he could; then turn this Robin in alive. Once done; he would return for the generals and followers in this small army of men.

He had been sitting at the fire; pretending to be lost in thought at everything he had lost so not to arise suspicion. "Will you eat something?" The woman. Brennan knew about her. The wife that the outlaw had brought home and forced into his life of crime. Robin apparently could not let the war die; and had to keep it going. He had even brought one of the women to join him for comfort. Brennan braced himself to look up at her and appear surprised at her coloring but not appear insulting.

"I would not want you be in a state of uncomfortable hunger. Not when there much food to share." Turning to look at her he froze for a moment and look away. She was not what he'd expected. Men joked of how everything was worse on the war torn counties; and of the people. Of their appearance and dress. It had lead him to falsely expect one thing of her. "I am not hungry;" He told her in his thick Irish accent; "But if ye wish it; you might join he me 'ere."

He was making it slightly thinker then he should; but he had been caught unaware. She did not look like the young frightened and darken woman the rumors and the Sheriff had spoken of. She was beautiful and striking in appearance. Her English was much better then the people claimed it was as well for it flowed out but held a non-English accent toward it. Making it exotic and different but almost slightly refined. She was defiantly the Englishman's wife.

And she didn't look frightened; but confidant in her role here. That he could tell with only a glance at her.

[Aurelia]

Aurelia stood there smiling. It appeared as if she was just being polite and certain that he did not want to eat. When in actuality, she was trying to understand his words. The main reason she had been able to understand the way Robert spoke was because of how she had observed and listened during his time in the Holy Lands. As well as any other Englishman she was near enough to hear. But this man's accent was different, and quite thick. It would take a bit of getting used to but it would be a good excuse to stay near him. Her 'fascination' with where he was from. For she did not recognize such an accent. There was a substantial difference even in the way Robert and other men like Allan spoke. But this traitor.... he was just totally set apart from the rest. "Thank you," she stated gratefully, politely.

She took a seat next to him and set the bowl nearby, should he changed his mind. To sit in a more comfortable position, she hugged her knees to her chest and looked at him, an unwavering smile gracing her lips. "What is your name?" She asked, knowing she would have to call him by something. Rather than 'that traitor'. Such a title wasn't exactly the most discreet thing, and Robin had told her to humor him. She was not one to disobey his orders... or well, violate the plan was a better way of putting it. For Robin was their leader, but he was no power hungry ruthless man. Those kind of men, were the ones they fought against.