Guess so.

[The castle gates are before them now. Stephen urges his horse into a faster gait, eager to deposit their bags of herbs with the mages within, and warm himself by the nearest fire.]

One way or another, change is on the Horizon. We’ll see what happens sooner rather than later.

[But as for more mundane outings-]

I’m going to assume you’re up for more guardwork if I need to head out again?