A Voyage through the woods

[Brian]

Tylor blinks at the 'confined in a tower' part, and looks to Vash to gauge his companion's reaction.

[DY]

Raising an eyebrow, Vash says, "Confined in a tower to keep her safe? Keep her safe from what? Wouldn't she have plenty of protection being the Duke's daughter and all?"

Musing internally, he wonders if the Maid Marian is good looking. Maybe he could rescue her from the Sheriff! He seems to be a jerk if confining your bride to be was any indication. Shaking his head a little to clear away those thoughts, Vash concentrates on the reason why he's here. Finding the ribbon.

[Dracos]

"Yes, but Nobles," The friar waved his hands.  "They don't think like us normal people.  Their worries and methods are on an entirely different level."

[DY]

Vash nods in reply. "Ah, right, of course. You said there'll be a festival and some events to take part in, will everyone be welcome? More specifically," he points to himself and Tylor, "Would travelers like us be able to join in?"

[Brian]

Tylor gives an unreasonably big grin at this, probably looking lost and incompetent.

OOC: using "Lucky or damned!" on Vash's socialization/gather info, if applicable.

[Dracos]

"Well, I don't see why not?"  The friar nodded.  "The competitions are open to all in order to encourage foreign travelers."  His eyes drifted to an old picture along the wall, the friar blinking a moment and then glancing back hard at Vash.  "Yo...You..."  He ran over to the picture, pulling it from the wall.  "S-Sir, I had no idea!  You look just like him.  The Duke's son, Vash of Nottingham."

[DY]

"Say what now??" Confused, Vash takes a look at the picture in the friar's hands thinking that the man must be mistaken.

[Brian]

Tylor also looks at the picture, but has less to say, here.

[Dracos]

Vash:
The picture is very old and faded, but at the same time it seems more than a likeness, it looks just like him as a kid, before he got the dumb broom-haircut style.  He was dressed much like now, though sized for a child.

Tylor:
It did indeed look like your traveling companion, or maybe a brother?

[DY]

"This can't be right," Vash mutters to himself while staring at the picture. He wanted to keep denying that it was him but he couldn't. Vash started thinking, this had to be a part of Q's designs. But what was the point?

He sighed to himself and shrugged. Oh well, might as well see just see where this goes. Speaking up, Vash says, "That really does seem to be me, but I don't recall being the son of a Duke. Maybe we just have a similar likeness?"

[Dracos]

The friar looked disappointed a moment.  "No, you must be him, You must!  Surely if you could prove your heritage, any maid in the country could be yours."

[DY]

"Yes well..." Vash started to reply before he paused. "Any maid in the land you say? Oh my..."

He started to have thoughts about being surrounded by beautiful women and a goofy smile appeared on his face. Before Vash became too engrossed in his fantasy he managed to ask, "How could I prove my heritage?"

[Brian]

"Hang on," Tylor interjects.  "Don't nobles need staunch allies or something?"  They'd get girls too, naturally.  Wouldn't they?  Maybe a slightly more limited selection than the son of a duke (whatever that is), but anything's better than nothing, right?

[Dracos]

"Well, yes...  And proving it would be very hard.  The Sheriff would certainly object to any such claim...especially on his wedding day.  But ...you're the best archer in the land aren't you?  Your eye was legendary back in your youth, before you went off on the crusades."  The friar wondered.

[DY]

Coming back to reality Vash puts his hand on the back of his head and laughs nervously. "Well, I wouldn't say best in the land but I do know how to shoot." Inwardly panicking a little, he recalls that he has yet to shoot with the bow he was given.

It shouldn't be any different from his gun right? At least, he hopes so. Maybe he should go practice with it later.