Not Exactly Robin Hood

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Tiny carried Robin at least three miles before showing up at a small, wooden shack that was overridden by vines and moss and bugs. Robin herself had fallen asleep in the orcs massive arms, either from exhaustion, from an earlier hunt, or from the injured she had recently sustained. Robins eyes opened at the familiar smell of scented candles, and a frown cane upon her lips when she realized where she was. "Why must we come to this place?" She asked, starting to sit up.

Tiny let out a gruff sigh, looking down at his partner. "Because this is the only person who knows how to treat a wound like yours, and just so happens to live in this forest," he explained, earning a groan from Robin. "Just shut up and let me do the talking. Remember-,"

"Yes yes, I'm just a helper," Robin sighed, leaning her head back. "How did I miss the pain that came with this injury?" She questioned herself, seeming to be contemplating how she actually managed to not notice.

Tiny shrugged, opening the large door to the shack, which happened to be an entire wall. "Monk?" He asked, his voice a whisper.

A bald man, nearly forty, stepped out, his face and body giving away nothing about his age or experience. "I do have a name, Robin Hood," he said gently, but motioned for the orc to step inside.

"It's not my fault that I keep forgetting," Tiny snorted, setting Robin down on a nearby cot. "Anyway, my friend here was injured in a.... small disagreement today," he said, motioning to the squirming girl on the hay cot.

The monk hummed, stepping towards Robin. "I can see that," he said, stroking his chin and looking at the wound. "Now, when you say 'disagreement'?" He started, but the look Tiny gave him said 'enough'. "Very well, then," he hummed, turning on his heel and rather gracefully walking to a nearby wooden table. "So tell me, Mr. Hood, who is your friend?" The monk asked, peeling off some moss from a nearby rock, grabbing thin string from inside a box, and grabbing some alcohol. "She looks familiar," he said, peacefully getting his equipment together.

"She works for me," Tiny explained casually, sitting down quietly. "Why don't you introduce yourself to the man?" Tiny asked with a grin, getting an annoyed huff from Robin.

"My name is Dhara," Robin said, introducing herself with a fake name that had been chosen long ago. "You have yet to introduce yourself, good sir," she said carefully, her right arm hanging off the cot lazily as she closed her eyes.

The man nodded, kneeling next to the low-laying girl. "Niklaus," he said, bowing his head. "I believe I have worked on you before, most likely with a similar injured. Speaking of, this will sting, Dhara," he said, opening the bottle of alcohol and lifting Robin's shirt to expose the wound.

"That's alright," she sighed, keeping her eyes closed even as she answered. She had been used to pain, and even if she wasn't, she could always depend on Tiny to strike up a conversation.

It was exactly what he did. "Dhara, you're not the smartest girl in the world, but I know that you heard the carriage get away," Tiny said.

Robin raised a brow, keeping them closed despite a new, stinging sensation in her side. It was most likely the healer starting their work. "Of course," she said politely.

Tiny grunted gently. "There was a Royal person in there. The prince," he said, watching the healer pour a light blue liquid over the wound.

This is when Robin opened her eyes. "The prince?" She asked, suddenly wondering if they should be discussing this in front of a random person.

"Yeah. He was on a trip to find a potential wife, but she wasn't with him on the way back. I'm assuming that she'll be coming back later on," Tiny explained, nodding to Robin.

"Meaning we should be expecting another carriage-,"

"-soon," Tiny finished her sentence, watching as the wound was stitched up. "Meaning, you're not allowed to be out of commission for long," he said, standing with a huff.

Robin sighed, nodding. "Yes sir," she said, frowning. It would've been a fake frown had she not been planning to sleep for a good amount of time, not watching out for another carriage.

Niklaus cut in this time. "Or he never found a wife, and returned empty-handed," he said, setting the liquid to the side and carefully stitching the wound shut. He then placed the moss over it, and then wrapped her entire side in what seemed to be thick seagrass.

Tiny looked at the monk, nodding. "The king isn't the type of person to let him come back empty-handed. We must be prepared," he said, earning a quick groan from Robin, which was also a result of a knowing look from the orc.

"Are you serious? Now?" She asked, running a hand through her own hair.

"Not you," Tiny said, chuckling. "Not yet, anyway. You need to heal. This monk, Niklaus will be joining me on perimeter checks," he said, earning the gaze of both Robin and the monk.

"Pardon me?" Niklaus said, standing. "Robin Hood, you don't own me," he said, frowning, yet seeming calm still.

"I'm not the type to bribe people, but I know how expensive medical equipment can be," Tiny said. "And you know how I work. I could give you a bit of what we get, and you could continue your practice," he said, grinning. He held his massive hand out to the monk, confident that the man would agree.

Tiny was right. The monk took the orcs hand and shook it once. "I refuse to fight, if it comes to it," Niklaus said, but nodded to Tiny.

Tiny let out a laugh. "Very well! Then you shall heal Dhara here when she gets hurt again!" He said with a hearty swell of pride.

Robin watched this, shock on her features. Tiny just got someone to join their crew basically by bribing them. Even more impressive, Tiny just got someone to join their crew. "So.... are we done here?" She cut in quietly, unsure of how to actually respond.

Tiny nodded, looking at Robin. "If you're good to walk to our base, then of course! We've just gotta let our new friend, here, get his stuff ready!"

"We are leaving now?" Niklaus looked to Tiny, quickly but efficiently moving to get his stuff together.

Tiny nodded again, watching as Robin struggled to get her footing and balance with her new injury. He might've mentally laughed at her. A lot. Maybe even verbally. "Need help, Dhara?"

Robin grumbled to herself, looking around and finding an old stick that was a little below her height. She decided to turn it into a walking staff, leaning some of her weight against it. "No, I'm fine," she mumbled, sending a quick glare up to Tiny, who shrugged with a grin.

Niklaus eventually came back out, multiple bags over his shoulders. "Where do we head to?" He asked Tiny, watching the orc stand.

"Now, we head to our little base. It's hidden, so we don't attract attention, but it's a nice enough place," he said, casually walking out of the shack.

Both Robin and Niklaus followed, Dhara lagging behind due to her injuries.

"Is it far?" Niklaus asked, catching up to Tiny.

"A little. It's not too bad, though," the orc said with a shrug, grinning.