Robin vouchsafed the new arrival a quick nod, his attention still on the targets. "Thanks." He pulled an arrow, stripped the fletching from one side with his teeth, seemed to aim at one target but centered the arrow deeply in another far to the left.

Leaning his bow against the inside of his foot and the crook of his elbow, Robin looked at the target with deep satisfaction before turning to the other man and holding out his hand, intending to grasp him by the forearm in greeting. "Robin of Loxley."