Oliver ventured from the relative safety of the Tavern and began to walk about the unknown village. He knew not of what he would find, only that many adventures lied in each and every one of the twisting streets and alleyways that made up Wistvale. He was not familiar with the area, and hoped he would not easily be lost.
Oliver looked around before noticing no one seemed to be reacting. This must be a daily occurrence. He looked down the alley at her and pointed to himself, mouthing "Me?"
Low-cut, blue blouse duly noted, Oliver allows himself to be dragged down the alley by the young woman. Maybe his reward for helping would be a kiss. Kisses were fun.
Oliver inwardly sighed in relief. He didn't really feel like confronting a possibly psychotic girl with a knife. Perhaps some other time, but definitely not now.