[Looks him up and down for a moment, making totally sure he didn't get hurt in that tumble off the stage. Then Ike climbs back up it himself, and yanks Ragnell up from the floorboard it was stuck in.]

I can't really say. Cleaning up skirmishes in the wake of the war could take at least a year. And I'm not ready to give up command of my father's mercenary troop quite yet... I've been training to inherit it for years before.

...But I'd rather eat my own fist than be pulled into the responsibilities of being made lord or general again if another war happens to break out.