"Where is that man?" Gael a Northern sergal with pure white fur said to herself as she looks out to the ranks of men in front of the Kremlin, it's 1858 and is supposed to be the victory parade of 1812 when Russia defeated Napoleon in Moscow, Gael even wore her armor from her days in The Shigu Empire "And how many times do I have to tell him not to bring Alexi?" Gael said as her son bounced eagerly in her lap, she told her dear Tsar not to bring him, he always gits too excited