Robin Hood? The Robin Hood. He thought his universe had a ludicrous sense of humor but if it chose to pair a figure from British lore with a man named for British lore, then why not?

With an exasperated sigh Gaheris took his place in his room, hanging his read-leather jacket in his closet as he doubted he would be wearing it any time soon.

He missed the trappings of his old room- the light art, the funerary statues that once lined the tomb of a great warrior, the armor, the swords, the stylistic paintings and geometry. This was too bright and simultaneously too brown.

He would still be investigating it whenever his roommate were to arrive or anyone else were to pay a visit.