The Clan Delegation had arrived in the Norsian capital only hours earlier, men in tribal kaftans and suits of mail, they were like figures from a bygone age come to haunt the modern cityscape. One alone stood out from the seemingly primitive assemblage, she wore a simple military uniform, Formal dress blues in Norsian style but with the unmistakable flag of Essalanea emblazoned on the shoulder. Anegrette of Kimbri had come to parlay. Ties between Norsia and Essalanea were deepening thanks to the formers aid programs and the latter's vast mineral wealth. It was a mutually beneficial deal, Norsia gained resources it lacked and Essalanea was granted a mentor to help them enter the modern age. In Essalanea the engine of modernity was already beginning to roar into life, roads expanded across the steppe and mining towns sprang up around them all beneath the buzz of electrical lines. A centralized government, supported by a new Norsian trained army, was bringing all clans into line. The steppe was changing forever. Chief Anegrette of the unconventional Kimbri clan could not have been more ecstatic about those changes. Her clan had supported Gaiseric Volkmann's push for modernity, aiding him in crushing the traditionalists at home and in finding allies abroad, her clan had reaped the rewards of such loyalty. she was an able diplomat and a proud supporter of the new order, her modern uniform making her position on things abundantly clear. She was the perfect choice for foreign minister, a new woman for a new Essalanea. Today she would meet the Queen of Norsia, Alycia, and offer her the traditional gifts of an alliance. Horses who represented all power and life in the old steppe, a sheathed blade never to be raised in anger against a friend and gold the eternal symbol of prosperity beyond mere subsistence. Anegrette had heard much of this new Queen, young but already a renowned figure on the world stage, she felt as though she might soon meet a kindred spirit.