"What can you tell me about Robin of Locksley?"
"Robin of Locksley? Robin of Locksley? Hmm, let me see... Raven's egg! Blood of a hen! A little more blood, yes! Eyeballs of a crocodile! Testicles of a newt! I bet he's a transsexual now! Robin of Locksley is handsome and brave. He seeks to regain his family's honor. Little sod could be trouble."
"Are you certain?"
"Certain? You want certain, hire yourself a witch! Me, I'm just your cook."
"Here, eat that."