[Byleth pawed the ground with his front left hoof when Alice trotted up beside him, though what the gesture meant, his unmoving expression gave nothing away. He did begin walking after a momentary pause, though, his equine legs moving with the same methodical grace as a dressage horse.]

Yes. It was a common job for mercenaries like myself when harvest time grew near. Bandits are prolific in Fodlan due to the continental war, so villages are preyed upon often when it was time for their crops to be harvested, or their livestock to be processed. Depending on the terrain and the strength of the local bandits, those jobs would either be quite arduous, or relaxed.

[And it helped that Jeralt was such a charismatic man that the villagers ended up being quite pleased with them and throwing a feast in their honour, or loading them up with bonus vegetables or dried jerky when they inevitably moved on. Admittedly, those jobs were Byleth's preferred ones, even if he lacked the charisma his father did.]