Just when I thought maybe this place wasn't too bloody odd to sort out, you lot start talking nonsense. Can't really compete with an offer to train with a bleeding dragon, anyway, I suppose. I can throw daggers at you? Toss you over a shoulder like a sack of grain?
I'm Porthos, by the way. If any other Musketeers show up, can you send em my way? Aramis too. Even if he has decided to abandon us for a monastery.