All for one and one for ... ? (OTA)
Today was the day on which d'Artagnan was venturing forth to explore what seemed to be his new home. Haurvatat. Similar in some ways, very different in others from his Paris, definitely from Gascony.
He had left behind some of his layers today, clad in a tunic and trousers, boots, of course, and his sword. Only one musket, too. To leave his room entirely unarmed would be like leaving naked, he thought.
Besides, he needed to see what other food was available beyond those delicious candy bars which he ate and then felt terrible. That a candy bar was named after the Musketeers and made him feel terrible didn't escape d'Artagnan's notice. That his room was very large and he was hoping that that meant others would suddenly appear was also part of what brought him out onto the streets.
He peered into shop windows on his way to check on his horse, nodding and saying hello to anyone he might pass. He was, he'd tell you, very friendly, after all.
He had left behind some of his layers today, clad in a tunic and trousers, boots, of course, and his sword. Only one musket, too. To leave his room entirely unarmed would be like leaving naked, he thought.
Besides, he needed to see what other food was available beyond those delicious candy bars which he ate and then felt terrible. That a candy bar was named after the Musketeers and made him feel terrible didn't escape d'Artagnan's notice. That his room was very large and he was hoping that that meant others would suddenly appear was also part of what brought him out onto the streets.
He peered into shop windows on his way to check on his horse, nodding and saying hello to anyone he might pass. He was, he'd tell you, very friendly, after all.