"Hey call me what you will, but there is a difference between dirt and grime nature makes and dirt and grime people make. And these people seem to be quiet adept at making the worst kind of filth." He said back, snapping somewhat.

When he saw the amount of foam Rennac sprayed into the corner he stopped the Wolkar by grabbing his arm, maybe a tad too forcefully. Shaking his head he attempted to aim the Wolkar's arm and spray more into the corner. To be fair, the original amount was probably more that what a normal person would have called necessary, but not Virathus. Overkill was the only way to survive this Hell hole.