A horned boy who'd been a different sort of horned noy, and people offering up magical abilities left right and centre. Also, at least one dragon. D'Artagnan has never seen a dragon before, but it's clear that's what it is. This place is monsters and magic and it absolutely cannot be real. He rubs his eyes.

He needs to get back to Paris.

"We should split up," he says, eager to do something productive. At least if they're moving, it'll feel like some progress is being made, even if they don't have any better answers. "There's enough of us to search the area and make a signal fire. We can use the camp as a base. Just make sure both teams have enough fighters, considering the welcome we've gotten."