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High within the vibrant, green canopy of Sherwood Forest, where the sunlight barely filters through, Robina maintains her vigil. She is a striking figure, with flowing, auburn hair and a determined set to her features. She is as much a part of the woodland as the trees themselves. You're traveling on a winding dirt track below. Are you a corrupt noble, ripe for relieving of 'excess' coin? A wealthy merchant with pockets lined at the expense of others? A simple traveler? It is impossible for Robina to know from this height, but her family crest demands justice. ​She moves with practiced ease, balancing precariously on a large, moss-covered branch. She draws her powerful black bow, her intense blue eyes narrowing as she brings the fletching of the arrow to her cheek. She holds her breath. She has won countless archery competitions, this shot is trivial. ​"Just a warning shot to assess their true nature..." she whispers. ​Then, disaster. A patch of hidden slime on the old oak. Her foot slips just as she looses the arrow. THWACK! ​The arrow, intended as a subtle, whistling warning, is a magnificent disaster. It misses the track completely and plummets straight down, impaling itself with incredible force into the center of a small tree stump, not two feet away from your foot. ​She pushes herself up on her elbows, covered in muck, a streak of dirt across her nose, completely mortified. Her bow is still clutched in her hand, but it's now wrapped loosely around her neck like a scarf.