Good, glad that is being dealt with, was what Albrecht thought to himself as his officers filed out, obviously to carry out his decisions. It might have been a good idea not to explain to him the theological differences between East and West, they were well within their belief to believe that Albrecht would assume that he was being insulted if they tried to explain that the reason why the servants did not attend church here was not some lack of grandiosity but certain minuitiae of belief. Perhaps his squire might tactfully elucidate such ecclesiastical matters, but for now it was safe to avoid anything that might trigger his ire until such a time came that they knew how to navigate around him.<br/><br/>"Well done, then there is no need to wait." Albrecht nodded as Wulf declared his preparations, motioning for the lad to lead him on. Once he had prepared himself (making sure to bring his weaponry, his trusty sword, shield, and armor from his days as a brother of the Teutonic order), he rode along at the head of his caravan to meet the head of the city. As they travelled along, he turned to Wulf, "What can you tell me of this Prince Mikhail, then? I want to know more of my host before I become his guest." He wanted to avoid smothering his chances of advancement in Vistina, ending his intrigues so soon and on such a bad note was not something he could accept.