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Will is doing a little better. There are so many new people and things that he's found himself spending most of his time outside in his tree or with Kate.

The ache in him that's missing Sherwood and home is almost painful as he sits in his tree and watches the world below.

(OOC: I EP finally, the headvoice got shy on me. Fair warning for angst with the outlaw.)

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"Aye, milord, wounds 'eal to just scars."

"If tended to," Oliver says in a neutral tone, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Aye, milord, tis kind folks 'ere."

"Such as who?"

"Kate, Marley, Sam, Steph, Clark I think is the one who owns the farm, milord."

"I shall make it a point to speak to these people, then. What do they look like?"

"Kate's lovely with dark 'air, milord. Marley is tall an Irish, Sam is also tall though crazier. Steph 'ad blonde 'air an Clark is tall an a farmer."

Oliver is used to a bit more description than that, but he's aware that not everyone has a talent for it.

"My traveling companion was a metal being, eight feet in height, with burning red eyes and one wheel. He speaks like a man and has a soul - a spark, to use his term - as well. He is called a Transformer and goes by the name of Thrust. A good man and a feirce warrior, which was quite useful on the journey to this place."

Oliver has you beat in the weirdness department, Will.

Will saw Thrust at the pizza party and so nods with some small understanding,

"That must 'ave been quite an 'xperience for ye, milord."

"He saved my life from some," his nose wrinkles in distaste, "water-beasts that had captured me. If you ever travel through Nevada or California, avoid Lake Tahoe."

Oliver would rather not admit to being mystically seduced into diving into the water.

"Went to California I believe, milord, place called San Francisco, tis Fae there."

Oliver knows about the fae - his eyebrows rise a bit. "Oh?"

Will just stands a little straighter,

"Aye, milord, went with Sam an Kate, wished to see if we could aid anyone out there. Ran into some trouble with the Queen but got back in one piece."

"If I might pry some more, what sort of trouble with the Queen? The stories I have heard portray her as beautiful as the moon and madder than any fox-skin."

Will twists at his wrist again,

"She captured Kate, milord an we 'ad to rescue 'er an destroyed part o''er castle."

Oliver's eyebrows rise again - this time he seems rather impressed.

"A great deed, that, though I fear I only state the obvious."

"Wasna that great, milord, 'ad to keep Kate safe, would be e'en 'arder 'ere if I'd na met 'er."

"Sometimes true greatness is found in deeds that seem the smallest," Oliver replies, with a gentle smile.

Not that destroying part of a castle could ever be that small, as far as Oliver's concerned.

"Tis all can e'er 'ope for, milord an that the Lord will 'pprove o'what the good we 'ave strived to do."

No matter the form or name that they are called.

"Do you worry that the Lord will not?"

Will really doesn't want to answer that question of Oliver's,

"I've done some 'ard things in me life, milord."

Oliver nods, accepting that. "Life in this world of sin offers few easy choices. But do not forget that the Lord heals a beaten spirit if one offers true repentance."

Repentance is not one of Will's favorite phrases and he shivers and stands even straighter,

"Aye, milord."

Oliver understands - it isn't one of his, either.

A bit lighter, Oliver adds, "Easier said than done, most days."

"Aye, milord, must do all we can."

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