Night rode Umbra into the stables.
Champion raises his head and snorts as Valor looks at the pure black stallion.
Umbra is that you, Valor asks, why are you here?
I thought you were a plow horse for what you did, Champion snorts.
I am here with my rider who is smarter and braver then that knight I got saddled with, Umbra responds with a flick of his tail.

Noble shook his mane. Ah. You're back. Unfourtunately, Collin isn't here. There was a call to arms overseas. He informed Umbra.

So he did lie, Umbra shakes his head as Night dismounts.
"What's wrong Umbra," Night asks.

Noble's ears pressed back. It wasn't a lie. He insisted. Complications beyond his control came up.

Like what, Umbra asks calmly.

Is fighting a war a valid reason? As a knight, Opal's orders take priority. Noble replied. I'm positive he would be here now if he could.

I wasn't aware of that I apologize, Umbra dips his head slightly as Night paces.
Leaving a small bag of cloths and looking for what he needs Night looks around for Collin one last time.

That said.... He gestured over to the barrel of oats. On top. He left a note of some sort.

Umbra saw the note and brought it to Night.
Night does his best to try and read the note but he was inliterate (since most people of the middle and lower class of Middle Ages were.)

It didn't take very long for Noble to recognize the confused look on Night's face. Hm...