Apologies for using the wrong word. [But, poing taken. There are family trees that probably twist and turn as well, something tricky to track and why there are probably men who are paid to track such information.] But I follow you as far as length goes. And flattery, although I have to wonder if the flattery is truly that common.

[At the mention of last, Chiron's face flickers and becomes something more pensive.] That's an unfortunate distinction for anyone to have. [But not one that Chiron feels right commenting on further. No one likes to dwell on that particular sort of information.]

Mm, is there a particular boundary line that defines where the south ends and the north begins? From what you're describing based on the products of each area, it seems to me that there would be a sort of natural line where the farmland tapers off and becomes the realm of shepherds and your own people.

[The impact of climate on who produces what is something Chiron absolutely understands. The required ores to make metal and weapons aren't everywhere in Greece, and a city can be made on reputation for a particular good.]

Out of sight, out of mind. [It's too neat of a summation for the circumstance, but it seems to be a painfully true one.] Is this sight of what the wall is for a relatively recent matter?