Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20190927150613

The disappearance and apparition of Berthony disrobes his concentration, tilting his empty can away from his finger "Hhrrr...well, he did count down. That one's on me".

He picks it up again, only now, taking a good gander at the wreckage surrounding them as he sleeves his free hand under a pocket "Man, this place has seen some better days. Also, skeletons and orcs, huh?"

He moves his hand from the sleeves still holding the can. He paces away from the group, looking for a good spot to walk in. The moment he finds it, Berthony looks to the nearest skeleton and hurls his empty spray can at it head, hoping to catch its attention.