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[~echo~]

Robin looked very interested in this. "Do you remember where? We could go check it out and see what there is to see."

[Light]

He tilts his head back in thought, "It shouldn't be... But a small piece from here. South,"

[~echo~]

Robin nodded and looked around the cavern one last time before heading towards the exit. "We should go see about it."

[Light]

"Right," Burn pushes off the wall and moves towards the exit with Robin.

[~echo~]

"I hope this all goes well. We should steal from the Starks because they are the ones who left us homeless," he said, his voice growing bitter and angry quickly.

[Light]

"Calm down," comes Burns voice from behind her, "The path we've taken, emotions like those are dangerous. For now, we're thieves. Not yet revolutionaries, but bandits that prick the kings hand."

[~echo~]

Robin squeezed his eyes shut and then nodded. "You're right. Thank you." He kept walking, his slight frame gliding over the damp leaves silently.

[Light]

"Mm." He looks up at the sky for a moment, "Almost there," he veers to the side a little, eyes searching the forest floor. "There's a dead animals remains here--looks like someone skinned it and got the meat,"

[~echo~]

Robin nodded absently, quietly taking out his bow and stringing an arrow, in case the people were hostile. As they approached, they started to hear loud voices.

[Light]

Burn moves one hand under his cloak, gripping the handle of his hammer. Around a dead fire, a man younger than the two spying sat on a log, cleaning a fur of blood. He was in his early adulthood, but had bandages wrapped around one side of his head, over his eye. "Should've gotten something bigger, like a deer. Not a rabbit," he says to his companion.

[~echo~]

Robin loosened his grip a little and approached the camp. "Hullo there," he said gently. "We aren't here to hurt you. Who are you?"

[Light]

A large man who the one eyed man had been talking to leans off of the tree, his thick eyebrows and beard covering most of his face, "It be polite to introduce yourself first," he roughly mumbles. A thick broad sword was sheathed and leaned against a tree, but the man looked like he could kill someone with his bare hands.

Three eyes focus on Robin, and one of them turn to Burn behind him. "Not that we dun't mind giving you our'a names, but better breathing than dead,"

[~echo~]

Deftly placing his hand on the hilt of a hidden dagger somewhere on his leg, he gave a short bow. "My name is Robin. My friend here," he gestured towards Burn, "is Burn. We are travelers looked for followers- we were evicted from our homes."

[Light]

"Now that's something you don't hear everyday," the one-eyed man laughs, "My names Hawkeye," he taps the temple of his good eye, grinning. The skin he had been cleaning was resting on his knee. He nods his head to the large man, who leans back against the tree quietly, "His names Big John; he's my friend. My family got kicked out of their estate--kings dog said it was for stealing or something. All I remember is getting hit in the eye with a mace, and John carrying me thru the forest."

Burn quietly walks to the side, eyeing the camp for anything else. When nothing popped out, he moved his hand out from under his cloak.

[~echo~]

Robin smiled kindly. "Nice to meet you, Hawkeye, Big John. How would you boys be interested in some revenge on the Starks?" He moved his hand away from te hidden knife and put his bow away.

[Light]

Big John eyes Robin at the invitation, his jaw rolling as if he were chewing on something. "How." his low voice asks, sounding like rocks rubbing against each other in a landslide.

"Yes, that is a good question John--how DO you two plan on going about this revenge? It's nice and all, getting back at those filthy mutts, but we don't want to die pursuing a fools plan. It's just not... uhm... sane."

[~echo~]

"We are going to steal from the rich to give to the poor, like us," Robin said with a small smile. "We sneak into te Stark house at night and steal money to give to paupers. We already have a base- just not people to help us out."

[Light]

"Ah," Hawkeye picks back up the rabbit skin and starts slowly scraping the inside of it again with a small knife, "I see, I see,"

"Hawkeye will be unable to help with anything but hunting and provisioning until he can handle missing an eye." Big John says. He moves to the other side of the camp and sits down by their bags. "..."

"We'll help--" Hawkeye cheerfully says, "is what he meant to say as well."

[~echo~]

"Great," Robin said enthusiastically. "We will meet sometime next week- do you plan on still being here then?"

[Light]

Hawkeye shakes his head, "We'll be moving a distance south, following some game John tracked. But we'll still be in reach."

Burn nods his head absently, "I'll keep an eye out,"