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[OOM: Wait for the first thaw.]

Will enters the Bar with his cloak pulled up over his head and stares at the Bar for a moment, John will hang.

His thoughts seem stuck on that one thought and he walks farther into the Bar, one hand gripping the sword at his belt. The gallows can be cheated and they have time, he was saved but it might not be enough.

When he reaches the counter, he sits down and doesn't order anything as his grip shifts to his wrist, they'll need strong manacles for John since he won't go down without a fight.

He'll have to go back and find out more, but for now, he can have some borrowed time.

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Finvarra's eyes land on the sword first--it won't be iron, of little else he can be fairly sure.

That doesn't mean he doesn't sit up straighter on his barstool, fingertips ceasing for a moment in their incessant playing with a puddle of salt grains on a deep green ceramic plate. He keeps forming spirals, leaf shapes, and snowflakes, just passing the time.

The sword is steel and Will turns when he feels eyes on him and nods to Finvarra,

"Good eve, milord,"

Sherwood is glowing deep green in his eyes, he will find a way to save John as he was saved himself.

"Good eve, Master Scarlett... Something ails you," he says, a touch softer, head cocked.

"Pray, tell me what it is."

"The noose tightens e'er round us in Sherwood an one o'us 'as been caught,"

Another battle will be fought and more blood will be spilled for England.

"Which?" he asks.

He won't say he'll help; they are humans, and he is not, it's not his way to offer assistance. "Why?"

Will wouldn't ask him for help, he doesn't want to owe the Fae,

"John an dinna know yet. 'e probably 'it the wrong person an only need yer luck to turn once."

He makes a soft noise in thought, turning his attention back to the plate in front of him. "He is a friend? This John?"

"Aye, 'e's another o'Robin's men an me friend."

"I must admit," Fin begins slowly, his voice a gentle lilt, "I have taken a liking to the human world. Perhaps I should visit your part of it soon."

"Sherwood remains in many a world an she is always herself,"

The thought of a Faerie king wandering in Sherwood makes Will fear for his home even more. There are other Sherwoods.

"Only in my own world, lad," he assures with a tiny grin. "Only in my own. We make enough trouble to fill one realm, and I should hate to let it loose on anyplace not deserving."

Will takes a drink of the whiskey he ordered before he answers and his voice is clipped,

"Oh aye, milord."

"I have a name, you know," he says neutrally. "In this place I hardly desire to stand on formality."

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Guppy, further down the bar, glances up at him.

"Hey Will. You okay?"

Will looks over at Guppy and isn't quite sure how to answer,

"'ad better day."

Guppy closes his notebook and comes over, gently squeezing his shoulder.

"Can I help?"

"Dinna know yet, just tryin' to make sense o'what I 'eard in Nottingham."

"Can I get you a drink?" Guppy asks, sitting next to him.

"Aye, thank ye, could do with somethin'. Sheriff's caught John,"

One of his hands is resting on his wrist and he's trying not to rub it.

"Oh man, I'm sorry." Guppy gets Will a whiskey.

"Do you think you'll be able to rescue him?"

"We'll do all we can to, willns 'ang 'im till the spring."

"Well I guess that's something." Guppy says, hugging Will around the shoulders. "Is he going on trial first?"

"Dinna know, guessin' na. Only trial I 'ad was bein' brought 'fore the Sheriff,"

Will feels caught between anger and too many memories of his hanging.