Beasts and beings seeking respite or refuge in the Greenwood. Some are allies of the king's forester, some foes ...
A peacekeeping fellow. We sometimes spy him breaking up fights between crows.
Oh, this? Nere we can tell, it is a door to hell. One time Scarlok almost tricked the sherif into faling into it.
Keeps getting into Much's boots.
Spekes but French, so we must abide a goode knyght to translate.
A winged rabbit?
Halfe the time you can find the pond she lives in, and half of that time you shall see her.
Won't leave the henhouses alone. Bane of the husbondes of Bernysdale.
But your standard dragon.
Once beat Robyn in a fight with a short staff - though he was the only one armed. Therefore, a nominal prude outlawe. We call him Comly Kynge Edward.
Honestly, this one unnerves even Litell Johnn. He's always careful to keep any brede stashed away when we here it honk.
"Yonder I sawe a ryght fayre harte,
His coloure is of grene;
Seven score of dere upon a herde
Be with hym all bydene.
Their tyndes are so sharpe, maister,
Of sexty, and well mo,
That I durst not shote for drede,
Lest they wolde me slo."