burntcopper | :bangs head off table:

Fuck.

And You Thought It Was the Poncy One in the Forest...

"Gisburne!" The rather familiar yell from the Sheriff rang through the castle of Nottingham.

Gisburne slunk into the room, perpetual hang-dog expression in place. "Yes, my lord?"

"My sources tell me Robin Hood and his men have robbed the taxes for the west of the
shire. Again. When were you going to inform me of this?"

"I wasn't aware it had happened, my lord."

"Gisburne, your continued retainer here is hanging by a very short thread. Get it back, Gisburne, or I'll throw you in the cold iron cell again."

Gisburne blanched. "My lord, that's -"

The Sheriff snarled. "One more word, Gisburne, and I'll nail you up by those ears of yours."

"Yes, my lord." Gisburne ran out of the room, bumping into a serving maid as he did. She screamed as the contents of her tray went everywhere, the ale on it going all over Gisburne. He shook it out of his hair and stalked on his way.

The Sheriff sighed and picked up his pen, starting on the accounts again, then put it down again, muttering "And I thought they were supposed to be graceful."