Donnchadh Saineolaí of the Tribe of Clonmel.
"That does sound delicious, especially the one with cheese...", I said with a wide smile as we continued to ride along into the evening. We were beginning a small rise, up a small hill, nothing major, unless you counted the ruined watchtower on the hilltop as nothing major.
It was well preserved, though, and the road led right past it, a small fence surrounding the ruins. One could also see a flag at the highest remnant of the walls, Fortham's White and Blue flag lazily fluttering in the wind. A few horses stood bound to that fence.
"First leg of the journey is over. We are now around half an hour away from Cnockan House.", I said and smiled at the carriage's occupants, "That up there is one of the old watchtowers, which warned Fortham and Lake Mór about attacks and served as a toll collection station."
Ceili nodded and added: "The Fortham City Guard still has a small post nearby, hence the flag, and while they don't collect tolls anymore, they do stamp the toll cards for tourists." She let a beat pass. "And Stad Treophointe awaits us on the other side."
"A small village.", I explained.
Liliane Lile of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
"It all depends on the philosophy.", Fi said, "Slow and steady versus a quicker approach to things - both have their merit, yet neither are a one-size-fits-all-situations approach. We have periods of both and does any other nation."
"I would rather say...", I began as we began the trek up the hill towards the ruined watchtower, although I hardly noticed that, too caught up in the conversation. "...it also depends on what is needed. If an issue needs to be addressed quickly, then quickly it will be addressed."