[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte[/u][/h3]
[b]-- 9:33pm [/b]
- Mentions: [@Mataus] 

Ayer was glad his odd behavior was well received, nodding as he listened, "Paric... hm, and from Kel? I heard a few things of Kel. You're not all the way out here trying to hide from the law, are you?" grinning, "Well, I suppose after today, I guess we're both wanted fugitives regardless of what our original backstory was."

Ayer glanced to the side at the mention of his home. 
	"I'm from Arcadia..." 

He hasn't thought about it in a long time. Not of the city of Arcadia. Those so-called arcane academies for 'higher thought' were nothing more than over-bloated factories recycling old ideas. Whose deluded and complacent members spurned and mocked him for his [b]genius[/b]. No, those, he curses every waking night. Rather, he doesn't usually think upon his birthplace. It was a farmstead out in the rural lands on the border. Where he came from, they spoke a different tongue. He left so long ago, the images were blurry and stale in his mind when he tried to recall them. 

[i]I wonder how my mother and father are doing...[/i]

His somber look then dispersed as he remembered he was in the presence of company. He then puffed his chest. His weary demeanor puddled away as he struck a pose with one arm, flicking his hand over his head. A wicked grin pierced his expression as he gazed off with a lofty sweep of his left arm. 
	"No, non, non." his fickle accent slipping out more and more as he broke into his more eccentric character. 
	
	"Do you understand what you've just received? Esteemed ally, Paric? To have earned the favor of the world's greatest Arcanist, Ayer Lecomte, that is a fortune found only one-in-a-lifetime! You have proven to possess a good heart. And for that, you must be rewarded! I am a man of miracles. Or, rather, one soon to be! Whatever you want, do not hesitate to ask. By my honored name, I will make it so. If you wish for the stars to be recolored, so you can sleep easier at night, so be it. If you have internal drama with your family that you cannot hope to be patched, I will be able to fix even that!" he then swept his arm back again, his fingers forming a circle that curved around his right eye, "With my Ars, I seek to reforge this devolved world. All under the grace of revolution and science! Those foolish mages in Arcadia do not see the potential right before their eyes! How could they? They've lived their entire life with their heads up thei-- Ahh!"

As he digressed into his diatribe, Ayer slowly forgot where he was. Striking an honestly embarrassing pose, he had stood up to revel in his shamelessness. And as his foot slammed on the side of the boat, he nearly slipped, barely catching himself. 
	"Whoa... Whoa...!" 

But as Ayer wobbled in place, waving his arms and trying to keep from tipping himself over in the rowboat, the handle had dipped into the water, causing the boat to nearly flip over as the magic wind blew in direct resistance. In a panic, he flipped the switch, and hugged the bow of the boat as they slowly bobbed back into place, trying to slide from side to side, hoping to offset the imbalance to prevent them from being capsized. 

When he felt they stopped moving, he slowly opened his eyes and laughed. Grateful that the night was dark to hide his shamed face. Ayer pulled the length of the cable, fishing out the now dripping handle from the water. He wiggled it off the side, allowing the water to flush out.  

"Heheh... Well, let's get out of here first. That will be my first miracle..."

And with that, their ferry ride across the channel was briefly halted. Without the Ars, for the moment, Ayer would then resort to use the miracle of conventional physics. By applying leverage and friction, he would propel the boat once more. 

And thus, they paddled forth towards their destiny. 

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