No one would ever call Armand terse. The only time he was quiet was when he was asleep or pouting. Being here in Doyleton had wound his nerves tighter than normal, which made him chatter even more. He looked toward where Wash was pointing and back at him. "Yes, I believe that's it."

"I'll just go see if they're there. Good day for now." He stepped away to let the other man depart.

[going into the Twin Pines if it ever exists]