Oliver
The unfamiliar ascended seems very confident that they have uncovered the murderer.... except they don't utter a name. Raising an eyebrow towards the individual, he shakes his head and instead focuses on the briefcase, which of course, doesn't open. Oliver stops himself from looking at Melita, immediately feeling as though he doesn't trust her.
Tapping his foot on the ground, he lifts his gaze up. "Aisha could you please check the pots and tell me the numbers on them?" Of course he didn't trust Melita. Before Aisha could leave, Oliver held a hand out. "Could you give me your numbers as well?"
If Aisha did give Oliver her numbers, he would immediately put in the first number into the briefcase. Meaning, if the number was 312, he would use a 3 on the briefcase. Bastien's words were confusing and he could only hope that the other two would give some insight, seeing as Melita was being suspiciously quiet. "We need to figure out what the words mean. Melita, what do you think your numbers mean if they weren't for the briefcase?"
Tapping his foot on the ground, he lifts his gaze up. "Aisha could you please check the pots and tell me the numbers on them?" Of course he didn't trust Melita. Before Aisha could leave, Oliver held a hand out. "Could you give me your numbers as well?"
If Aisha did give Oliver her numbers, he would immediately put in the first number into the briefcase. Meaning, if the number was 312, he would use a 3 on the briefcase. Bastien's words were confusing and he could only hope that the other two would give some insight, seeing as Melita was being suspiciously quiet. "We need to figure out what the words mean. Melita, what do you think your numbers mean if they weren't for the briefcase?"
My heart beating, my soul breathing,
I found my life when I laid it down,
Upward falling, spirit soaring
I found my life when I laid it down,
Upward falling, spirit soaring
