[Ludovico]

Oliver waited until the healer was paid for and had crawled back under what ever rock he wished him from under. He inspected Zosa's wound seeing that it looked decent enough, Oliver took one step back and then angrily punched Zosa in the arm. He looked some what like a bird that had gotten his feathers ruffled and was still riding the adrenaline rush from the fight. Though he wasn't hurt physically, he some what felt like Zosa had lied to him. Story be damned Oliver was not going to stick around to see if the bandits would come back or if Zosa was going to tell another part of the story. He marched out of the alley way and into the hordes of people. He didn't know exactly where to go, but he was a bard now surely that counted for something.