Episode Eleven
I still remember when Walterson, my mentor, first told me about warlock duels. I’d already heard about pistol duels, which I thought were stupid, and I must have started the conversation by saying something about how amusing it would be to watch a pair of people duel with warlocks. Of course, this was before I’d gotten my own warlock.
Even so, Walterson took the offhand comment seriously. “You might think it humorous, but I’ve heard stories of just such behavior, my boy. Course, these were back in the old times, just after the fall of the Gate Age. Back then, warlock dueling was the height of honor, they say. Two duelists would face one another and only one would walk away.”
“How’d even one survive?” I asked.
Walterson smiled. “That’s the beauty of the warlock. Stronger
