They switch stalls and Caspian goes to the tack, lifting it into his arsm to hang on the stall door while he readies Sorely, who looks around with ears pricked at this strange young man who is at his side.

"Changing?" he asks, lifting the saddle up, and bending to fix it properly. "What do you mean?" The word 'sherriff' means nothing to him, but it must be some sort of nobleman. And he serves now as an advisor? But not very successfully, if he is understanding Marian correctly.