"For most paladins, yes." He tilts his head, and Tempus turns enough to let him use the saddle as a makeshift table. Apparently, they've done this a lot.

Strapped to it are much larger satchels, and a sheathed sword that Bruce is probably getting horrible vibes from.

Zerxus, either oblivious or pretending to be, starts his first letter - to Anora, because that will be the quickest. Just informing her how long he'll be gone, how to divide certain duties between other warriors, and a few smaller requests.