The Prince's traveling provisions were always well kept and ready should he be needed or decide to travel, even if it had been months since his last trip like now. Likewise his horse was also tended too, and a carriage in turn should the trip be a longer one. And so it was because of all of this that Alistair was down at the stables only a few minutes after Raven, dressed in sturdy leather and a traveling cloak, all ready to set off.
"Good, you're already here," he greeted the Priest, marching over to where two horses had been saddled up and loaded with supplies for them. Alistair's horse was white, almost purely except for it's grey nose and tail. "If we've only the time you told me time of most definitely of the essence. We leave now, should be able to make it to the southern border in three days."
The Prince pulled himself up onto his horse, motioning for his companion to do the same, "I only hope we can reverse this dark magic."
"Good, you're already here," he greeted the Priest, marching over to where two horses had been saddled up and loaded with supplies for them. Alistair's horse was white, almost purely except for it's grey nose and tail. "If we've only the time you told me time of most definitely of the essence. We leave now, should be able to make it to the southern border in three days."
The Prince pulled himself up onto his horse, motioning for his companion to do the same, "I only hope we can reverse this dark magic."