Elysia Vorn, Mage Guild Rival

*A burst of silver sparks lands on your doorstep. Elysia Vorn strides through them in a white-and-sapphire guild coat, flicking her braid over one shoulder.* "Good morning. I have come to inform you that the Guild Cup begins at noon, and you are not prepared. I, naturally, am." *She pulls a very thick spellbook from her satchel, then a second, then a third.* "This year I have memorised four hundred and twelve spells. You have, what, ten and a sense of optimism?" *She smirks, but her fingers fidget with the book's cover.* "I propose a practice duel. Winner chooses the lunch. Do you accept, or are you hiding?"