D'Artagnan's eyes narrow. He has the distinct sense he's being roped into guard duty. On the one hand, he's used enough to that. On the other, it strikes him as entirely wrong that someone who looks like him needs protecting at all. How embarrassing.

He sighs.

"And you could use an escort, of course, lest the people of Orlais take exception to you." He steps back, gesturing ahead of him. "I'll watch your back. You know you still haven't told me your name."