There was always some manner of business to take care of when one was the Prince of a Kingdom, and Alistair was no exception. His father was off in the northern region of their lands to scout the area for defenses to be set up on a new front in case of hostilities from another kingdom. And so his son, the prince, was left to deal with the many lords and other nobility who always seemed to have some sort of issue they needed resolved. 

"Yes, of course Lord Gennen, we'll have men sent to aid with the bandits," Alistair assured the portly man in front of him. His response was a wiggling of ring covered fingers and an over dramatic bow, "thank you, my Prince. I look forward to our next meeting." They exchanged nods before he was seen out, Alistair waiting until the door had shut to let out a groan. "I certainly do not," he sighed, lounging back in his thrown. 

It was mostly quiet for the next few minutes, the prince enjoying what little peace he could get before the doors were opened and his eyes flickered up, expecting another petty issue. It wasn't though, instead it was his good friend. Who looked uncommonly flustered. 

Alistair listened as hurried words were spoken to him, and he reached out when the letter was offered, scanning the parchment quickly. He looked up, off into the distance for a moment, then stood. "Nina, make arrangements for horses to be readied," Alistair ordered of the woman beside him. to which she lowered her head with a, "yes m'lord." Then his attention turned to the priest in front of him, "what do we know about this? Besides what's in the letter."