"Eventful, for a lunch." I comment, glancing behind us as the large gate slowly shuts, the guards that had been escorting us trotting back the way we'd just came. With the Castle behind us, the bustling main road is still underway with the excitement due for the final day of a festival, ponies trying to get around before they miss their chance. Still a good sized crowd shuffling along, but we're granted a little brevity thanks to the in-between road from the gates and the main path.