Oh Quad Wars, where bacon is the battle cry and the main meal. Where the drunk get drunker and Dante gets richer! Where Groto Grotifies the next morning making the criers quieter than usual! Making all the heavies work harder in the morning sun and all the rapier hide in tents drinking their magic fixes before picking up their swords! The one event that sums up Avacal as a whole within the first twenty minutes of being there making An Tir so proud that we stand together and together we conquer! When the archers light up the skies at night and the golfers hide in fear of the bounties on their heads. And finally the last day where O'Malley's sells the last of the cakes and squares and we pack our tents going on a long journey back to our own mundane lives. Oh Avacal, oh Quad, how can you tell we love thee?