The ships moved silently up the canal, fifteen in total all bearing the Arvalian flag, at their head drifted twin behemoths, dragging behind them clouds of smoke and steam which covered the following ships in flecks of burnt coal and smog. Ahead loomed the city of Uthum, capital of Edyr. Twin titans rose to either side of the river, yet if the men aboard the vessels gave them any notice they did not show it. The ships chugged onwards before reaching the large, walled docks of the city. Anchors fells and the ships came to a halt, the engines of the two lead boats slowly throbbed to a halt.
The ships floated at dock for a few moments, before suddenly the gangplanks thudded down onto the wharf. Soldiers appeared from nowhere and ran down onto the ground where they promptly formed ranks, weapons at the ready. Arvalians standards rose into the sky and a narrow passage was created leading from the Steamships, where the general would come from. General Havelock Grisham was brother to the King of Arvale, his black hair was slicked back and he wore the regalia appropriated to generals of the military. A blue overcoat, silver chestplate, black trousers and knee-high leather boots, at his side was a sabre which shon in the pre-eminent sunlight rising from the horizon. "Hail! From Arvale!" the man announced loudly to the assembled crowd.