Comte Olivier d'Athos de la Fere

Aramis smiles, quiet as the men beside him finally, blessedly regain their senses and embrace as they could have done these many weeks. "I do hope so," he answers, digging in his kit for his purse as they reach the main streets. He has just enough to tip a cabbie not to squawk for the state of them in his backseat, and lifts his arm for a taxi. Bramford is too far to walk to after all that.