Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Porthos raises a brow. They could just blow the whole thing up, but if there are innocent victims down there, they'd be condemning them to death and he can't abide by that. Frowning, he knows that they're going to have to go down there. He yanks off his jacket and shoves it on the ground, outfitting himself with his silver. "I'd best go down first," he says. "Too dark for a shot, not enough room for a sword."

"This seems like a case for fists."