Azere and Olga arrived in the hut.
They proceed to the tiny kitchen and eat their breakfast on the table.
While eating, they were discussing the bracelet.
"The bracelet broke! How did Amara do that? I didn't saw her doing anything to the bracelet which I painstakingly sewn together. It just fall into the ground just like that!" Olga said, fuming in anger.
Azere sighed and questioned her. "Are you sure that the yarn that you used in sewing all the beads together is durable?"
Olga nods her head in confirmation. "Of course!"
A frown appeared on Azere's face. "But why does the yarn suddenly broke and scattered into the ground with just a mere touch of her fingers?" she asked in puzzlement.
"Yeah, explain to me that. Do you have a theory?" Olga asked.
Azere shook her head and replied, "It's hard to accuse her without a concrete evidence."
