"I am Fastacalon, purveyor and acquirer of that which strengthens all." "I seek a challenge for which to test myself against." "Any amongst you who wish a battle?"
Jerkingly, Fastacalon replies, "We shall see who loses.... I find your ancestor to be dastardly, your dojo to be infested, and your teachings to be valueless."
"I feel the Fastacalon has the better insult... choose the type and lenth of match please...."
The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the vineyard north of the Plaza of the Ten Thousand Immortals on the evening of the lizard.