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William loves the Milliways' stables as they're big, most of the horses are friendly and he can always finds some space to himself. Their barn at home does what it needs to and he has a spot for hiding stuff in it, but his responsibilities are more there.

Today he's taken care of a few chores around the barn and has been introducing himself to a beautiful mare that recently arrived. Horus is exploring and William's not too concerned about him as the forge cats keeps an eye on him when they're here.

Once he's done checking on all the horses, he plans on sitting on the back porch of the Bar with a book and enjoying it feeling like Spring.

(OOC: Catch him in the stables or on the porch.)

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"Odd indeed," he said.

"This is probably the safest place for them."

Especially without the Sheriff available to decide to work them into ruin.

"Yes, sir. Do you have a horse here?"

If he's from the same time as Marian, he probably would as nobles from the Middle Ages always seem to have beautiful horses for different things. William doesn't know his name or else he'd be able to check the book.

"No," he answered. "I left mine back in Nottingham."

Before he was outlawed. Before he died.

"Have you done any ridin' here since you've got here?"

It'd be strange to not ride if there's a chance to.

He shook his head.

"Last time I was on a horse, I had a noose around my neck."

Although, it's more that the gang were going to leave him behind, rather than that he was about to die, which causes the problem.

"I'm in no hurry to remember that."

"You were an outlaw, sir?"

Maybe he was one of Robin Hood's men if he's from Nottingham and knows Lady Marian.

"For a time."

It's still strange to think that he had become what he had fought against.

"Oh, was it for a good cause?" Sometimes it is, but not often.

"Hard to say," Guy answered. "I had a disagreement with Prince John."

He shrugged.

"He didn't like what I had to say. Perhaps I should have held my temper."

"Prince John, the one who's the brother of King Richard?"

He knows this story, he hasn't read it in a while but he knows it.

"That's him."

"And what's your name, sir? Don't think I got it before."

"I'm Sir Guy of Gisborne," he answered. He's never been good at remembering to introduce himself, at least to anyone who wasn't nobility.

For the most part, he's always been known by reputation.

"And you?"

"William Evans, sir,"

He's going to have to go find a book about Robin Hood as he sort of remembers the name Sir Guy, but he thought was on the Sheriff's side.

"Well, William Evans," he said. "I'll take my leave and let you get on with your work."

He can't really have an in-depth chat with the unnamed stallion about his Marian dilemma with someone here, after all.

"Yes, sir, it was good to talk to you again,"

Now he knows enough to figure out who Sir Guy is.

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