Cousin, I justify your intrusion with news of profound value?

I met a hooded man today who made me warn you not to harm his people.

Who told you to cover up? His name?

Robin of Locksley.

The prodigal son returns. He's a whelp! This girl could best him. Put it there!

Yes, well, this whelp has bested four of my men.

Yes, well, your men were probably drunk. And yet you survived, cousin.

I've barely survived. He has a companion, a dark skinned foreigner with a dark face of Islam and a Saracens sword.

Yes, yes, I'm sure it would take an army to match these rogues. I trust Locksley's visit to his manor and found the home fires still burning!