You never thought you would see a frown so deeply eteched in a human's face.
"I promise you, you'll pay for your insolence. If only you were as accomplished a wizard as you are a comedian, you might have a chance of winning this duel.
[Okay, duelists. Send me stat blocks now, before the attunement begins. Identify all items affecting skill abilities and what spells you have memorized. If it ain't in the stat block, you ain't getting credit for it.]
Gustav looks at you strangely. "What in the Weave are you talking about? This is my apprentice," he gestures to a thin, severe-looking young woman nearby, "Maren Vul."
Laughing, Gustav shakes his head. "A dwarf wizard. That's the silliest thing I've ever heard."
"I was visited last night by a dwarf named Zevikk Wymslayer claiming to be your apprentice. He's the one who told me of Mela's fate, of a golden Netherese scroll and the results of its devestation.
"But if he lied about who he was, perhaps he was lying about everything ... is that how Mela was murdered?"