I take great pride in driving the best of the Cumhaill kine straight through the huge blaze. Quickly my kinsmen and I herd them between the fires. Right behind us is the strange looking bunch of fairy cows from Clan Niafer. I recognize them right away, as well as the half-fey spearman who owns them. We herdsmen exchange a secret and sly glance among ourselves. Then we suddenly use our staves to slow the herd down so that the ones who walk behind us have no choice but to mingle with ours.