Things take an unexpected turn, but Oliver hasn't given you a conditional. He's just said what to do, and so you do it.
Despite the arrow now pointed at your chest, you step forward. Your 'camouflage' magic as Oliver calls it isn't something you can control, though it does begin very slowly at your feet as you stare at the cultist. "Greeting." You say, looking at the robed man, not bothering to lower your voice at all (that wasn't part of the instruction). "I'm supposed to figure out how many of you there are, why you're here, and why you killed the sprite."
Oia does what Oliver told her to do.
Despite the arrow now pointed at your chest, you step forward. Your 'camouflage' magic as Oliver calls it isn't something you can control, though it does begin very slowly at your feet as you stare at the cultist. "Greeting." You say, looking at the robed man, not bothering to lower your voice at all (that wasn't part of the instruction). "I'm supposed to figure out how many of you there are, why you're here, and why you killed the sprite."
Oia does what Oliver told her to do.
