Robin was headed out to his makeshift archery grounds. He was wearing the modern clothing Chance had suggested - jeans, sweatshirt, sneakers, and a down vest, but the ancient-looking bow and quiver over his shoulder likely still gave him away.

There was a man in monk's robes wandering the corridor; the sight gave Robin a familiar jolt. Tall like Little John, clad like Friar Tuck: it was no wonder Robin went to him with a friendly air, able to overlook Silas' unconventional appearance with but a momentary hesitation.

"Can I help you, brother?"