“The forest does not hurry.”
Waking SherwoodDeep in Sherwood, past the last road men dare to ride…
…lives an order that has never spoken a word.
They found something in the trees.
They raised it as their own.
No one taught him to speak. The monks of Sherwood taught him something better — stillness, the staff, and whom to stand in front of.
Still through every storm.
Form perfected in the branches.
The people. Always first.
“The forest does not announce its guardian.” — carved into the oldest oak
$NIBOR carries the mark he wears around his neck. Struck once, never taxed — what belongs to the people stays with the people.
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