Odd, how certain things simply didn't change between worlds. As a Jedi he'd had his fair share of warm send-offs and receptions; as a Knight of the realm it seemed he could expect more of the same. At least Boga was waiting patiently in the stables, calm but ready, his Force presence a glow of energy waiting to be released.

Obi-Wan mounted up carefully. There was, he thought, something to be said for carrying a lightsaber at one's hip rather than a sword. Although the sword they'd given him was just as light as his usual weapon, it didn't store quite so easily, and he wasn't sure he could get used to it banging against his thigh or twisting awkwardly when he sat.

Oh well.

He'd already checked the saddlebags and made certain he had everything he needed, so all that remained was to ride out into the yard to check on the whereabouts of his sons and potential companions. Which he did, with a grateful smile to the stable's grooms and a solid pat to Boga's neck.