Just passing (Allan)

[Allan A'Dale]

"Not doing a very good job, are ya?"

"Well, I dunno about that, you're still in one piece, ain't you?" he asked with mock-hurt in his voice. He liked this girl. He hadn't really talked to her before, what with all the Gisborne business going on, but it was nice to talk to one of the townspeople who still had a bit of spine. Flirty, too. Probably up for a bit of fun, if he played his cards right.

“Im not gonna try and convince you to come have a drink. No doubt you will be shot down before you even reached the town gates.”

"Ha! Nice try, missy! I do love a challenge, but I'm not walking into town alongside you and letting suspicion fall on you. That really wouldn't be looking after you. You'll see me soon though, I'm sure it won't be long till I'm in the Trip again. Those gate guards might shoot on sight, but they can't see through our awful disguises, for some reason."

She was looking up at him winsomely, under heavy lashes. He was tempted to change his mind and chance it.

[Imogen Frewer]

"Well, I dunno about that, you're still in one piece, ain't you?"

“Barely,” Jenny said pushing a large amount of sopping wet hair out of her face “if I develop a fever and die I’m coming back and making your life hell.”

“Those guards aren’t too hard to deal with even us bar maids know a trick or two, I’ll be fine” she said looking smug and took the basket from his grasp. Thanks to the think rain her basket now weighed twice its original wait and was filled with damp material that unless dried and aired out properly would mould. Yet another task that was to be added to her long list of chores.

Imogen pushed up her damp sleeves taking a reluctant step towards the tree line. The journey back from Clun had been far more enjoyable than she had expected, even if it was poring down.

“Well duty calls” Imogen said with a sigh “There will be thirsty men waiting to be served and I don’t fancy keeping 20 disgruntled farmers waiting. Thanks for the walk Allan.”

She patted him once on the arm before she turned and headed out the forest and on to the sloppy road Nottingham’s gates.