"Here, you'd better have this," Pemberton holds out the wand to Sten, "Given that I can't actually use the thing except as a brush holder."
He takes a good look round so he has the spot just right, dismounts and cuts out a square foot of turf with his sword, inverting it and replacing it where it came from. "Mark good attention to where we are. If we get seperated wait here for as long as possible before asking Master to call you back because I don't think any of us want to walk home the hard way. I certainly don't."
He remounts with the air of someone who has spent enough time in the saddle to become good at it, "Does anybody know where we are? Durnn, you recognise this place?" whether the answer is yes, or the probable no, he'll kick off foward and set out looking for a gate.
"...am I the only one who finds it odd that will all the power our master has at his command, he employs us? "
"Because despite our obvious greatness we're cheap, and we aren't powerful enough to get any dumb ideas about killing him in his sleep and nicking everything he possess."
"Well, I'm not that dumb anyway."