[center][h2][color=fff79a]Bertol[/color][/h2][/center]
[color=fff79a]"They're starting to exchange fires, but they're barely at the range of my magic, hmm..."[/color] Bertol caressed his wooden staff, watching the start of the battle as he let out a whistle. His quickcast is ready for any stray bullets, but it seemed he had barely attracted any attention from the enemy crew. He doesn't consider himself as slacking off, doing nothing was considered a good strategy back in the scheming days as a noble. [i]Once the timing is right, I will make my move...[/i]