THE SHARPEST OUTLAW IN THE WOODS
Robin
the Owl
He steals from heavy purses, laughs through the chase, and makes sure the gold keeps moving.
A clean shot.
A cleaner escape.
Robin never wastes an arrow and never stays still for long. First he picks the target. Then he picks the purse. By the time the forest starts shouting, he is already smiling somewhere deeper in the trees.
The woods know his pattern: aim true, move quick, leave the heavy bags lighter than before.
Catch him?
Good luck.
A heavy purse disappears. A rope is suddenly in the wrong place. The rich fall face first into the dirt and Robin is already halfway through the trees laughing at the noise behind him.
the forest saw nothing.
