No

You decide to hold back, putting your faith in the armoured knights and armed guards of the caravan to fight off the highwaymen. You crouch down in the carriage, peering out through the window every few moments to keep track of the fight going on outside. You hear, constantly, the screams of the wounded, the meeting of steel blades, and the thuds of dead men collapsing to the ground.

After what seems to you like an eternity, an eerie silence descends.

You peer out the window, your shaking hands still gripping the axe, looking for any sign of life. Then, a knight, an armoured knight on horseback, rides up.

"Not to worry sir," he says, breathing heavily from exertion, "we have defeated those damned highwaymen and will resume our journey to Storm's End shortly."

"Thank you," you reply, smiling, as the man rides off to the head of the convoy.

You were right to put your faith in the guards to fight, you think to yourself, as you feel the carriage begin to move again. Exhausted you fall into a deep, dreamless sleep, before being jolted awake by the carriage stopping again. This time, however, as you look outside, you see nought but the high walls of Storm's End.

You have finally arrived.