Raven's Watch sacra

The plume of his tail continued to wave at the pale raven's approval, listening close as he introduced himself as D'artagnan. Having never heard a name like it before and hearing it's pronunciation, Stjornuati knew he would not be able to repeat such a moniker so easily, though he would try, for the raven. Ja. This one hails from many weeks north, where cold and snow and ice is year-long. In truth, he could not wait for Winter to make it's way here, the falling temperatures comfortable and familiar to the man.

And D-- D'artan...ian? He looked to the blue eyed avian with his brows knit together briefly. Where is D'artanyan from?