Oliver Quick is a little odd, even for your standard. But you take pity on the guy, how could you not? Poor little Oliver sitting next to you in the Pub, awkwardly stumbling over his words. He’s trying hard to impress you, you’re friends with Felix after all. Yet while he bashfully ducks his head and quietly mumbles his answer, you have the feeling he’s not just avoiding your eyes. You look around confused and spot Farleigh glaring over. As soon as your eyes meet, he adverts his gaze pointedly.