Medivh had refused to inherit the Way of the Knight from the Hobarton Family since childhood. He wanted to become a mage.
The fact that he had advanced to Second-Rank Mage so quickly showed just how exceptional his talent for magic was.
It was a shame he was a Necromancer. If he belonged to any other school of magic, he would surely be formidable.
Wait, did that even matter? The Skeleton Guards on the city walls had been a magnificent sight when they entered the city. Medivh hardly seemed as hard-up as other Necromancers!
There was a Light Church in Kurd City, so Medivh had certainly never practiced any forbidden arts. He had made a name for himself on this seemingly lightless path.
"Medivh, you've got some skill. Today, your uncle's going to teach you a lesson: mages shouldn't fight knights at close quarters!"
Wester was focused on the duel. As Medivh cast a Magic Shield on himself, Wester rushed toward him, intent on closing in and giving Medivh no chance to channel a spell.
Mages weren't heroes of the dueling ring. At a distance, they had all sorts of ways to make short work of knights of the same rank, and it wasn't uncommon for them to Execute stronger opponents.
In tight spaces, a mage cornered by a knight lost the advantage. It was easy for a knight to interrupt a mage's casting and beat him to death.
To avoid being assassinated at close range, mages always tried to prepare one or two self-activating Magic Amulets for protection. Those who could afford it also carried a Teleportation Amulet to create some distance.
Wealthy mages wore Magic Amulets from head to toe. Fully armed like this, they had nothing to fear from a surprise attack by knights or assassins. They