A grimness settles into his jaw and brow at the reminder that the threat of war hangs about them like smoke that refuses to clear. While tensions aren't spiked as high or tugged as tight now as they were a year ago, a sense of quiet anxiety still sticks with him. Any small thing could be spark that ignites an inferno. So he nods at Istredd's explanation — it makes sense.

But he's happy to go with the change in subject. He pats the bag at his side. At the end of his route, it's mostly empty. He only picked up a few letters to bring back from Nott. It would be easy enough to drop those off on his way back to the castle.

"Making some deliveries. Kyle got me set up as a courier."