After a light snack, the Prince excused himself to go check on his soldiers, while Dominic went to see how Jasmine, the farrier, was doing with the horses.
They had most likely not been well serviced since the war started, and if they had been ridden long distances on stone roads, the shoes would all be heavily worn. That would mean four hundred shoes to replace, and that was more than a few days of work.
"My Lord. Good to see you out and about. I wasn't sure that you would make it back on time when we saw the convoy on the horizon." She greeted him, without slowing the steady hammering of her trade.
She was reshaping a damaged leg plate, not a horseshoe, but for mechanical horses, that still fell to the farrier's duties.
"I just wanted to make sure that you had what you needed, and that you didn't have to do a hundred sets of shoes." Dominic joked.