Yes

You decide that you'd rather die fighting than begging for your life, as you kick open the carriage door, swinging your axe wildly. You miss everything, looking around for a man to fight. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a man in flimsy leather armour charging you with a short sword.

You turn to face him, and without any fighting experience, prepare to die, but before he can reach you, he trips on an overgrown root, falling onto his stomach right beneath you.

A swift swing of the axe to the neck and you've slain one of the highway men. You decide to position yourself in a defensive crouch, waiting cautiously for anymore men to attack you, but none come.

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

Then, an armoured knight on horseback rides up. He looks down and sees the victim you've claimed. "Very impressive, thank you for helping us."

"It was not a problem ser," you reply, trying to project an aura of calm.

"Well, the rest of the highwaymen have been defeated, so we should be on the way to Storm's End shortly," he replies, as he rides off to the front of the convoy.

You quickly jump back into your carriage, sitting yourself down on the wooden bench.

After a minute, you feel the carriage start 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.