"I didn't know where you were," Porthos answers gruffly, since his knocks on Aramis's door had gone unanswered. He takes a few steps to a nearby tree to pick up the bottle of wine standing against it. He hasn't gotten used to the way most people here seem to drink water all the time, and this is thirsty work.

He sets the bottle back down, grabs the kerchief off the ground and throws it next to the wine, then walks back to his sword, shifting his shoulders in an effort to loosen up and really feel this body. As he picks his sword back up, he can tell this is going to be yet another exercise in frustration.