Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Athos had thought the preparation for these hunts was elaborate when he first joined them, but with every one, they seem to have become more elaborate yet. Turning the knife over in his hands and tucking it away, he eyes Porthos skeptically, but shrugs, and goes to fetch the small packages waiting for them in the hall.

“This isn’t a real weapon,” he feels the need to inform Porthos, even as he offers Aramis one of the little bottles.