[Ludovico]

Oliver wanted to clap sarcastically, it was only a beginning and it felt a little cliché. He glanced around the room looking at the bard. There was the bard but where was the knight? He didn't realize that Zosa had read his heart and understood it that Oliver's wish was to be a bard. The young boy also didn't expect to be part of the story, especially since most of the time he read a book, he was god he knew what was happening. Turning back towards his food, he realized his clothing was shrouded by a sliver robe and something hard was poking in his side. Oliver didn't have time to inspect it as a heavy hand clasped on to his arm firmly pulling him from the table. He flailed about in alarm trying to stop the unknown hands from pulling him away.