Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-11163511-20150819073728

One minute the bottle was in his hands, the next it had been snatched by the treacherous Aria. Surely losing his supposed only remaining weapon would somewhat make him mad but yet this didn't, as his dropped jaw soon bounced up into a little crooked smile. He was wondering if there was a way to disperse the alcohol into the air, as only then would things easily burst into flames and within a short amount of time, it would also buzz the witch out from inhalation. But he knew the witch was also trying to use these qualities against the crew, given Lalka and Desi were dying to burn the whole place so he spreaded his arms to try and push the two infernos away from the hag and signalled them not to take desperate measures with a shake of his head.

"Let her have it. We've got our ways. Let the spirits be gone with the wind, me earties, but one must not fuel it into their fiery souls for it would fizzle out our spark." He said in a rather poetic tone as to blur out the true message he was sending to his friends.

((I would say he was speaking some sort of simple riddle, which actually meant: Let the alcohol evaporate and do not breathe it in or you'll get drunk!))