As the cheers died back to a manageable level, he continued.  "Yes, my minions, be joyful, for you stand at the pinnacle of our achievement!  One-thousand years ago to the day, your forebearers stood on this very spot, covered in snow, living in ramshackle tents, slowly dying in the cold.  I met them there, led by their undaunted chief, Forge Bellows."  He was forced to pause as a portion of the crowd shouted "Puffy!" and others laughed, but he paid them no mind.  "I offered them power and safety if they would join me, and look how far we have come!"  