You know, I almost feel sorry for the Dolgan. Like, the way Mathilde worded her proposal they're probably going to expect a few hundred maurauders, some Chaos Knights, and maybe even a few Chaos Spawn for good measure. Instead, we're going to roll into town on multiple giant fucking steam-tanks runed to the gills, accompanied by a couple hundred monstrous cavalry, at least half a dozen "shamans" of various Winds--plus however many our general call managed to pick up--and at least one dragon ridden by apparently the killiest motherfucker alive. That's assuming Cython isn't both interested enough in their culture to take a visit and willing to accompany us on the ride up, or at least notices us in the area while we're both there and comes to say hi. There's going to be a whole lot of pants-shitting at that point, and that nice shaman is either going to get a massive promotion, or a demotion, depending on how they choose to interpret his deal.