Sir Ranulf

— He's not king here. Not in Sherwood.
— You're the ruler, are you? Should I bow?
— I wouldn't have you in my service, nobleman. I've known your kind all my life. You're everything I meant to fight. You're the enemy. You gobble good red meat, and we get bread and cheese. The laws can't touch you, and there's no crime you can be punished for.