[h3][u]Ayer Lecomte[/u][/h3]
[b]-- 9:50pm[/b]
- Mentions: [@Mataus] 

Ayer looked down the Myti with a smile, turning to Paric when he elbowed him then back to the stranger. It was true, he didn't like being called incompetent. But it was true in this specific regard, so he can't argue against it. Still, the stark comments didn't deflate his mood or ego any sort. He still proceeded with his usual rapid and quick projections. 
	"Though I may not be the most... physically apt, my machines are more than capable of delivering on any of my own weaknesses. Wax Jury is capable of many types of magic. A miracle worker. The only thing it can't do is make food out of thin air. Not yet, at least. And I can vouch for my friend's ability to wield fire when his life is in danger. If you don't believe us, then I will prove it to you soon enough. Once it gets a little more juice... Hm. Other than those clarifications, I can agree with those terms. However." 

He then held out a hand, his smile bending in joking.   
	"If you wish to view and inspect my beautiful device, we must enter into a more trustworthy partnership. Don't you think? How about we start with your own name. You already know ours, do you not? Unless you preferred me to continue crafting nicknames?" 

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