One of the good things about having an office on the fifth floor, was that he would be able to stay in shape running up and down the stairs every day. With his hands in his pockets, Oliver stepped into the entrance hall and stopped.

Did he want to go and get something to eat in the great hall? Or maybe head outside first and take a look around and maybe torment one or even both of his friends?

Decisions. He wasn't good with them.