Frederick, by comparison, had brought his wife, the entire Army of Ostland, and a hell of a lot of mercenaries with him. It was still shocking to see them all in one place, after all these years. Gleaming ranks of hard-bitten veterans, swordsmen and pikes and guns and ogres. Not to mention their eclectic mix of war machines. After Karak Ungor they'd been split up this way and that across Ostland, on patrols and destruction missions for overly aggressive warherds and forest goblins along with the Army of the Forest, based on your conversations with Frederick. Aside from training sessions, they hadn't come together as a single concentrated force in years. Even knowing all that, you wouldn't know it based on the lockstep of their march and the glint in their eyes.