[Ludovico]

( Hee looks like Zosa will still get to murder some one after all, if hes in the mood to save his ungrateful, some what stupid lord again. )

He huffed as he made his way through the streets. His mind was racing over the past few events and what Zosa had told him. If he was indeed trapped in a book then the question became how does one get to chapter two? In majority of the stories he read the first chapter established every thing. He already had a character and Zosa was a knight, though for all good being a bard was. He stopped, it dawned on him that perhaps it was more like a video game, and merely needed to ask others were to go. Oliver however was afraid of being attacked by bandits again. Bravery be damned, Oliver doubled back to the inn where he and Zosa were eating their meal. Curiously he looked around at the people casually picking up the pieces of their lives as if a bar fight were a regular occurrence. The alley was a different story. Down the darken path he saw the shadows of the surviving bandits. Oliver took a deep breath, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the only weapon he owned. Oliver needed a bluff. It was simple, they didn't know what Zosa was no longer with him. “You.” He said announcing his presence. Oliver swiftly kicked the one that appeared the weakest. “Why did you attack me?” He did not notice the other bandit weakly glaring at him with narrowed greedy eyes. The man gave his last breath to answer nothing. Oliver turned to the other fellow. Unaware he was fringing helplessness.