Wow, Robin! I never imagined back then that your words would turn out to be so prophetic. All in all, it was a special meeting. Special in every way. I am well aware of the moment when ideologies clash and your dispute cannot be resolved peacefully... Or can it? But someone refuses to accept this path.
However, let us return to our first conversation with Robin. Our first meeting. What did I feel then, sitting in the same carriage with him? I think it was a momentary freeze. After all, Lisa was smiling constantly, hinting at something. I was sure that something was wrong here, but I tried not to show it. I liked playing along with this guy, yes. I was particularly impressed by his charisma. He was quite good at playing the role of a heretical palm reader. If Gisborne hadn't warned us about his penchant for dresses, I might even have believed that I was talking to a girl with a strange voice.
But what struck me most was the thought that there were two cunning foxes in the carriage with me, one of whom had previously led the same criminal life in the forest.