I take interest in the posts debating the sanctity of the issued challenged. Finally something that promotes thought and opinion.

However, the occasional interrupting post on bitchy this and bitchy that make me wonder if people out there really give a damn about where someone else is coming from.

Yet its never been my style to focus on the negative -- nor the positive for that matter. Rather, I like the subjective side of things, that cannot be coloured either way.

So I make it my turn to post again. The rest of you who are not me, I apologize. Nothing personal, I just don't want you to have all the fun of posting.

Challenges are held in different lights by different guilds, obviously. Its come to my attention that certain guilds are told not to challenge

unless it is a tactic used to get someone out of hiding, or to prove a point.

The stealthier professions of Avalon, namely the Thieves, obviously wish not to be known when they find the opportunity to make prey of an easy target.

I personally find it difficult to win in challenges because my nature often conflicts with my skill set.

I, unlike some Avalonians, prefer a fair fight. Until recently, I'd never fought out of spite.

But I believe that the inviolability of a challenge is not absolute.

If I come across an enemy engaged in battle that seems to be unfair in the enemie's favor, I will, by any means possible, even out the odds, with or without request.

That is my right as player wishing to cause dissension and or confusion amongst other players, not that I in fact wish that upon anyone.

It is simply my freedom to do so.

Therefore, I would hold no one at fault should they interrupt anyone's private challenge, though I would do my best to discourage them from doing that again were it my fight.

And, I feel, the only way to best keep intruders from invading a private challenge is to keep the challenge in as remote and distant a place as possible, especially where non-specific Rits are concerned.

But I talk too much, and missspeal two many wurds. So off I go, to nowhere nowhere land.

Hermitix, the Ever Inconsequential.

Written by my hand on the 28th of Paglost, in the year 981.