1 - What do you do with a drunken swordsman? {audio & action}
Hm.
[A fairly tall man, pewter wine cup clutched in one hand as if to make a toast, is standing at the end of the pier. He glances curiously over one shoulder towards the sea, frowns, and looks back up to the shore. Stooping to pick up a small, polished-brass box of sorts, he begins to walk.
The man swallows the rest of his wine and tramps through the sand. Odd. He's fairly certain that he'd been in a tavern with his three friends only moments ago. Perhaps he'd gotten drunk. Forgotten the evening. Somehow...ended up on a beach...]
...Is anyone there?
[Up the dune, over the edge, shielding his eyes from the sun and heading over to what appears to be a country villa. Whose estate is this? The architecture is so...so not French.]
Porthos. Aramis?
[The frown deepens, and the man of few words tucks the empty cup away to shout one more name.]
D'Artagnan!
[A fairly tall man, pewter wine cup clutched in one hand as if to make a toast, is standing at the end of the pier. He glances curiously over one shoulder towards the sea, frowns, and looks back up to the shore. Stooping to pick up a small, polished-brass box of sorts, he begins to walk.
The man swallows the rest of his wine and tramps through the sand. Odd. He's fairly certain that he'd been in a tavern with his three friends only moments ago. Perhaps he'd gotten drunk. Forgotten the evening. Somehow...ended up on a beach...]
...Is anyone there?
[Up the dune, over the edge, shielding his eyes from the sun and heading over to what appears to be a country villa. Whose estate is this? The architecture is so...so not French.]
Porthos. Aramis?
[The frown deepens, and the man of few words tucks the empty cup away to shout one more name.]
D'Artagnan!