A Challenge

Haroldson,

This moon we will settle our differences as warriors. For the last time old man my name is Billliamm, I thought you were educated.

Slightly Sane Billliamm
William Kinley McKraegar
Clan Champion
Gonagle

Sounds like you lasses will need a referee for this little tussle. Worry not, the Pit Dog is just as adept at watching two folk pummel their respective bodily fluids out of one another as he is at doing the actual pummelling.

Pit Dog,
I will fight ye to if ye call me a lass. I got respect for ye and your fightin' prowess. I dinnae t'ink we will need a referee. Honor will dictate who wins or loses.


-SLIGHTLY SANE

This is unnecessary and I will not allow it. Billliamm we are still a land at war, all subjects can solve their problems peaceably or at a latter date. That is all.







Sir E. Ralinfolly

*A Star of chaos is drawn in blue woad*

WHEN THIS WAR ENDS. THE OLD MAN GETS WHAT HE DESERVES. HONOR MEANS EVERYTHING.

*A star of chaos is drawn in black woad*

Sir Elizar

We will not be fighting to the death, and my honor has been called into question. I ask that you reconsider and allow us to resolve this with witnesses. I promise not to kill him.

Please view this as a lesson in Florentine from which those desiring to learn can do so from a Master.