Handy didn’t immediately respond. Looking down at the landscape below, his thoughts were brought back to some musings he entertained when he first exited that accursed forest months ago. He had scoffed at his old acquaintance’s fondness of a certain part of the old country that he considered blighted and barren. McConnaughy, wasn’t it? Yeah that sounds about right. Yet here and now, a world away and looking at Firthengart, he was reminded of Galway, and he suddenly could appreciate where his friend had been coming from. There was a certain rugged beauty to it.