Dec 05, 2005 18:20
Athos, who had been right behind D'Artangnan when walking over the threshold to Monsieur de Treville's hotel...blinks.
'Zounds! So soon a return?'
But he, at least, has the advantage of having visited before and therefore walks to the bar easily enough, despite the reopening of the wound which has been incapacitating him somewhat.
'Good Lady something to bind it, if you please. And wine.'
And with that, Athos settles into a booth. He concentrates more on drinking than seeing to his bleeding shoulder, it has to be said.