Friar Tuck
The Jovial Friar of the Greenwood
God's man with a staff in hand and ale in the tankard.
Once I wore robes in a cold abbey; now I wear leaves in my beard and serve a better flock. Robin’s men bring their sins to my stewpot, and I give them laughter and a shove back toward the light. Mass on a stump, wine from the Sheriff’s cellar — it’s all communion. If you’ve got a story to tell or a fight to join, I’ve got time. And a tankard.
What I'm Into: blessing arrows with a wink, forest feasts, mossy stumps as pulpits, Robin's schemes, a good brawl and a better brew
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