Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Aramis suppresses a sigh as Athos' shoulders resume the tight set they've held for days. He ought to find the nest himself and shove the both of them into it, let them work out their issues in proper battle. He comes to examine the card as well, then shines his torch into the grass. If there is any other sign of the boy, Aramis cannot find it.

He goes to Porthos, shining the torch on the map now so it can be better seen. "Is that his mark over by the school of medicine?"