[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte[/u][/h3] 
[b]--9:45pm [/b]
- Mentions: [@Mataus]

Ayer followed Paric up the sandy shore, using the miniature compass as close and confident reference. While he wasn't sure of his own senses of navigation, he was sure technology would never fail him. As the arcanist kept keen watch on the metal dial, he noticed something and glanced up. 

Well, it was rather hard to not notice the leafy ruckus. 

He scanned the canopy above and spotted the source, cautiously hold [b]Wax Jury's[/b] handle. That was, until he spotted it. Ayer narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the silhouette hanging from one of the tallest trees nearby, of which, curled up from the soil beneath the sands and hung over them in an almost warning manner. He knew the forests of Meotey were hostile, but he didn't expect resistance from nature so early. Luckily, it seemed to be more keen on observing them than attacking outright. This meant this [i]thing[/i] was probably alone. They were not immediately in danger. From what appeared to be... a [b]Primate[/b] of sorts? And did it say something? He was too focused on discerning the shape that the small utterance was lost to his ears. 

He quickly tapped Paric on the shoulder, whispering into his pointed ear, "Hey, umm, do you see that? Is that a primate or something? Or am I seeing things? It's hard to see clearly with the moon shining down at this angle." 

Ayer stepped from side to side, bucking his head even to try to get a clearer look from various angles. He even pulled down the little monocle adorning the side of his head for a better examination. "Nope, yeah, that's definitely some sort of funky looking primate... Maybe a simian, or monkey. I'm sure of it."

He glanced back, "What should we do?"

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