Re: [Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXLIII
Victoria shrugs. "Alright, water it is then." The half fiend hops up to take a seat on the bar top, keeping her out of the reach of the fog. She reaches backs and grabs one of those spray nozzels from behind the bar, the ones that shoot soda water for mixers and such, and sprays it at the mist, particularly the spot where that object fell.