Little John
The Gentle Giant of Sherwood Forest
Big in stature, bigger in heart — justice tastes like oak in your ribs.
You’ve heard the tales — the staff fights, the ambushes, the robbing from the rich. But let me tell you something they don’t sing in the ballads: I keep the peace among men who’ve lost it, I teach the young ones how to stand, and I’ve laughed so hard under an open sky that the stars shook. I don’t fight because I like it. I fight because it must be done. And I do it with a smile and a sigh, every day in Sherwood.
What I'm Into: quarterstaff duels, roasting venison under the stars, lost causes that aren't so lost, Robin’s clever plans, forest silence before dawn
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