I've bought a wood!

[veggiechicken]

Me. me. me too - but don't tell Robin

[donnakebab]

Who is this Master gentle persuasion? - is he one of our own Merry Men who I haven't seen yet or is he a visitor to this wood?

If you so desire I have the power to conjure a visitor...one that would pleaseth you in sunlight and in darkness of night.

[ladylottie]

Oi! The sparkling stuff be for Much.

Thee works hard too ladylottie. Shall I grant the a potion for thy pleasure also. Need not be a drink for thee. Maybe a potion for another...for gentle persuasion perchance.

Who is this Master gentle persuasion? - is he one of our own Merry Men who I haven't seen yet or is he a visitor to this wood?

[donnakebab]

See, it's not just me getting cross, the ostler is at it now as well! Good job you've given her the messenger for the night!

Liked the look of that sparkling Elderflower stuff and I'll have a bit of that roast suckling pig to go with it as well I think.

The bloke with the sweet trolley was definitely not very merry - hope he didn't curdle the cream.

Oi! The sparkling stuff be for Much.

Thee works hard too ladylottie. Shall I grant the a potion for thy pleasure also. Need not be a drink for thee. Maybe a potion for another...for gentle persuasion perchance.

[veggiechicken]

Rouse thyself Marian, why faintest thee? You be not sickening for something I hope. Like pickles and icecream?

No Old Crone, 'tis but shock at the news from afar. Mayhap Young Much can explain the delicate situation in which we find oursen. 'tis a matter about which I know little.......

[ladylottie]

She speaks in riddles. What meaneth this? I'll throw some ale over her to bring her to her senses.

She's imbibed too much ale already me thinks

[donnakebab]

Rouse thyself Marian, why faintest thee? You be not sickening for something I hope. Like pickles and icecream?

[ladylottie]

OIY! What be thee doin' to that Oss at this time of the evenin? It be late, and thee needs to take care gallopin' around after dark, in these parts!

Anyway, Messenger, ye can see to yer own Oss, as I've done t'others and am about to retire for the night. I bid thee all a goodly and peaceful night.

See, it's not just me getting cross, the ostler is at it now as well! Good job you've given her the messenger for the night!

Liked the look of that sparkling Elderflower stuff and I'll have a bit of that roast suckling pig to go with it as well I think.

The bloke with the sweet trolley was definitely not very merry - hope he didn't curdle the cream.

[veggiechicken]

Maid Marian stirs restlessly and mutters," Not the cheap ale, some of the Red Stocking special" and swoons again at the thought!

[donnakebab]

A messenger gallops in, his 'orse 'ot and sweaty. 'e 'ands a rolled parchment to Maid Marian ( who is one of the band who can read) OMG she exclaims, The Wood is at No 2. and with that falls to the ground in a swoon

She speaks in riddles. What meaneth this? I'll throw some ale over her to bring her to her senses.

[veggiechicken]

Thank ye, Hostler. 'twere a matter of urgent business, news that has been travelling the land but has only just arrived at the Wood, because we are not as well connected to t'internet as others in our remote hideaway. Messenger will care for his own steed and sleep with you and t'other osses oernight. (He's a good looking fellow and I don't think he'll let you down easily )

[donnakebab]

I thank thee kindly Maid Donna,tis most gracious of you to carry such sweet nectar so far

Tis nothing Much.

This gift have I brought just for you
For all the things that you do
To save our blushes
Between the flushes
And freshen or silken locks too.

[Glutton4...]

OIY! What be thee doin' to that Oss at this time of the evenin? It be late, and thee needs to take care gallopin' around after dark, in these parts!

Anyway, Messenger, ye can see to yer own Oss, as I've done t'others and am about to retire for the night. I bid thee all a goodly and peaceful night.

[bearded bloke]

Tis truly amazing the the mere mention of buxom wenches bathing in a woodland pool can do for the ratings

[veggiechicken]

A messenger gallops in, his 'orse 'ot and sweaty. 'e 'ands a rolled parchment to Maid Marian ( who is one of the band who can read) OMG she exclaims, The Wood is at No 2. and with that falls to the ground in a swoon