Robin Hood

Previously

…Her first stop was a small, crowded inn, its sign depicting a rather plump, red-faced lion. The air inside was thick with the aroma of ale and roasting meat, and the murmur of conversation filled the space like a warm blanket. Elara found a quiet corner table, ordered a tankard of ale, and began to listen. The talk was varied – the weather, the harvest, the latest gossip. But Elara’s ears were tuned to a different frequency. She waited, patiently, for the whispers to emerge. And soon, they did. "…heard old Man Hemlock’s been taxed again," a gruff voice rumbled from a nearby table. "Taxed on the very air he breathes