"Our city stands, in defiance of the cold!  Our city grows, in defiance of the windigo!  Our city thrives, in defiance of all our foes!"  Whoops and hollers followed each proclamation.  "Never before have we been more mighty!  Our warriors stand without fear, and our mages teach secrets that would sear the mind of lesser beings.  But it is not just our generals and magi that are to be lauded," here, he turned and swept a hand to indicate the line of ponies behind him.  "Our tradesmen, craftsmen, merchants, and administrators have made us not just mighty but prosperous.  Be it mind or metal, coin or cloth, the world quakes when I stretch out my hand, and you are my reach.  My most skilled and loyal stand before you; what say you, my minions?"