Oliver nodded when Sanguine very accurately predicted his plan. "I see what you're saying." he started, then he thought better of whatever else he was going to say. He opened and closed his mouth, and then found different words. "At least support them with as many zombies as you can." he insisted. Maybe if they managed this defence with no more casualties, they could get some extra brownie points. He didn't have a chance to mention any of that, though. Instead he was interrupted by the arrival of a carriage. Hopefully it had Daniëlle in it, and not a bunch of elite glory-hounds looking to ambush the village's defenders. 

"You're the boss." he agreed. The Paladin didn't like not helping when he was perfectly capable of it. He wanted to protect these people, to show them that he could be trusted, relied on, even. But he couldn't very well go against his Guild Master if he wanted to get back into her bed again. And she had said they could jump in if necessary. He supposed he just might have to skew his perception of necessary. Depending on the force they were going up against, he might even justify jumping in immediately. It wasn't like they were going to turn on their allies or anything.