Mists roll over the land. Three forms emerge from the expanding fog.
"We are here."
"The Ancient Masters declare that to be unfocused is a slap in the face and that the further insult to the very presence is unto a slap in the face with a metal gauntlet! Turtle wins the insults and may choose match length and type. Let it also be know that:"
The ancient masters have decreed this match to take place at the groto south of the Hall of Bones on the dusk of the thunder.