Alfred received the letter, alongside the news of Karl's passing. He keeled over at his desk - slamming a hand & shattering a small jar of writing ink. He held himself there, for a moment. He hadn't seen Karl in years, decades even - and yet it still weighed upon his heart like a pile of bricks.
The Duke finally took time to read over what he'd been sent - having recuperated aptly enough. "A gift.." He spelled, lips pressing into thin lines - veiling a slight smile at the commendations levied upon him. "I ought to fetch you a bust - in our Palace, for your service, godfather."
Finally, he unlocked a chest that dwelled within the corners of his chambers, high in Kanunsberg. From which - he removed a small bottle of Godsflame. Alfred turned upon his heels and departed, hastily leaving the safety of Minitz's towering walls. The man sought to seclude himself within the Langkette, bringing himself as close to Arturix the Frank's camp as possible. By which point - he'd hurl the potion at the walls of the camp in the dead of night, and promptly withdraw down to home.