NUMBER: | 384 |
AGE: | Just right |
NATIONALITY: | Texan |
Favourite past-time: | Drinking |
If confronted by wolfsheads, I would: | Stand very still and pretend I'm a tree |
Best trait: | I know how to wield a sword |
The wolfshead I'd like to arrest most: | Marion |
Reason(s) why I picked this cutthroat: | Well, first I thought that it would be nice to arrest Robin because then all the lads would be buying me pints but then it occurred to me that he's got a well deserved reputation for shooting people with nasty little pointed sticks and all that lovely ale would run out all over the floor if my stomach was full of holes. Then I thought that arresting Nasir would be a good way to build a reputation but he's really good with those swords of his and a cut stomach holds even less ale than a perforated one. I thought about arresting Tuck because then I could make him tell me where all the best ale is but I was worried he might sit on me and that would squeeze all the ale out. I'd arrest Little John except he's bigger than me though I might take him down to the tavern and try drinking him under the table. I could arrest Will Scarlet but don't you think the poor man has enough problems already without adding languishing in Nottingham's dungeon to them? I say. Much? Where's the challenge in that? It seems like every time the guards go past, they've got Much in chains. Doesn't he have his own cell with a private entrance? That leaves the delightful Lady Wolfshead who, I'm sure, would make the most charming prisoner. Why, if I could get her alone long enough to serenade her, and keep her from stabbing me in the back while I'm at it, I'm sure I could make her forget all about that scruffy outlaw.
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Favourite knight: | Myself |
Reason(s) why I chose this knight: | Well, seeing as I was forbidden from choosing the resplendent Sir Guy of Gisburne, who else would I choose? Have you ever seen anyone look so dashing in a blue cape, other than Sir Guy of course, than myself? Why with my strong jaw, piercing eyes, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and massive biceps I could easily be mistaken for that flower of Norman knighthood were it not for the fact I am nowhere near as handsome as he. But get a few pints in the wenches and they won't know the difference if you know what I mean, squire. Eh? Nudge nudge. Know what I mean?
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Reason(s) why I'm expendable: | I'm not stupid, I'm not expendable, and I'm not going.
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I respect Sir Guy and would willingly serve him because: | His men get all the wenches down at the local tavern.
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