Henrietta folded her hands on her lap, her tone calm but firm as she began to explain. "The Empire of Rus is not like the kingdoms you are familiar with, Xavier. The winters there are brutal, the kind that bite into a man's bones and never let go, yet the people endure it as though it were nothing. Their strength was forged in that cold, and it is why they are feared across the continent. Their armies are vast, disciplined, and unyielding, their cavalry unmatched, and their navy able to traverse frozen seas that would cripple others. They hold more land than any other realm, stretching further than maps are even able to properly capture, and they count among their allies some of the fiercest tribes and clans that dwell on the edges of civilization."