BACK IN SHERWOOD FOREST, a carriage adorned with many jewels is travelling through the forest. Lord William is very uncomfortable. He has short black hair, a decent build, and bugged-out eyes. He rubs his fingers across his moustache, sweat pours from his forehead. He is running late for an important meeting with Prince John. Lady Nirvana wears black silks complimented with long black hair and arched eyebrows. Lord William is looking out the carriage window. “I don’t care much for travelling through Sherwood Forest, what with all these bandits about,”
Lady Nirvana is applying powder to her face as she talks very droll. “I dare hope we don’t encounter that naughty scoundrel Robin Hood ... why the very thought gives my heart the flutters,”
“Why have we stopped moving?”
“Driver, my husband
