OLIVER
While the dumb enchiladas were being chaotic, Oliver briefly turned his attention to them. With the damaged wall still having some things to work with, he started to shift them around, acting as if a monster were about to break through. The dumb things surely didn’t know what he had in store and with the sand and stone moving around as if something on the other end was trying to break through: hopefully they were intimidated.
Either he helped or he did nothing, it wouldn’t be obvious. The final nail in the coffin was the arrow directed straight for them. As the number two was uttered, clicks and squeaks were sounded and right before Melita could finish the creatures started to flee. Some daring to wait for the three before rushing away, squeaking and calling as they did so, finally leaving the scene and giving the three a moment of relief.
Oliver could hear the squeaks but would have no idea the success. All he could do was continue to give the seal some water and hope for Melita’s swift return to his side.
Either he helped or he did nothing, it wouldn’t be obvious. The final nail in the coffin was the arrow directed straight for them. As the number two was uttered, clicks and squeaks were sounded and right before Melita could finish the creatures started to flee. Some daring to wait for the three before rushing away, squeaking and calling as they did so, finally leaving the scene and giving the three a moment of relief.
Oliver could hear the squeaks but would have no idea the success. All he could do was continue to give the seal some water and hope for Melita’s swift return to his side.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
