Someone who darts into her stockroom with such impressive speed only

to have Lancelot turn up to defend her 25 seconds later should surely qualify

for at least second place...

And her complete lack of response (Other than sending afore mentioned

'guardian' after me) to any of the numerous challenges offered in her

direction pushes her, in my mind closer to the goal she so desperatley

seems to want, that of 'Avalon's worst Fighter'.

So if you wish to collect further candidates for this lofty 'hall of fame', please

consider Kiarn as nominated.

Tristian.

Written by my hand on the 9th of Mournsend, in the year 1104.