"When I first came here, it was in part because the Tribunal was still, in large part, unsullied by the hands of man, unlike Wales," Drystan says as he moves to one of the windows. "There are fewer than two hundred people on the length of the loch. Once you get past Inbhir Mhoireastain on this side, you can walk for hours and not see a soul. As it should be."
He sighs. "For many years, I protested any blight on the land that my sodales felt were necessary. I had to fight to keep the entire covenant within the bounds of the pathway...some felt they had the right to build wherever they wished. In time, I started to see this as a losing battle, and sought compromise instead. Decided to try to confine the damage, to limit it as much as possible. There are times that I wonder if, by compromising with them, I've compromised myself.
"I've had to travel, at times, and had to pass through the cities of England and Europe, and found myself physically ill the whole time I was there. I don't want to see that happen here, and the best way to keep that from happening, I've always felt, was to stop it before it starts."
He stops and simply stands in the window, gazing out across the water.