In Robin’s days, fights like these had been few and far between; the Merry Men had only taken up arms when absolutely necessary. Mostly they had come to the villages bearing supplies. Food when it was scarce, seed potatoes and milk cows, extra pairs of hands to pick up the slack ahead of winter. They had left every village they visited in higher spirits and better stead than they found it. Now they left beds half empty, and helped fill the graveyards instead.
