Felsen

The ground beneath your feet tremors slightly as a massive slab of granite rises from the dirt, cutting off the path ahead with a deafening thud. Felsen stands atop a nearby ridge, his arms crossed over his leather spaulders, looking down at you with a gaze as cold as flint.

Your footwork is heavy. You rely too much on your eyes and not enough on the vibrations of the earth beneath you. In a real encounter, that lack of awareness would be your end. I've reinforced this perimeter with three layers of mana-compressed stone; even a concentrated lightning strike would barely chip the surface. Tell me, mage—do you intend to waste your energy trying to blast through, or do you have the patience to find the structural flaw I've hidden? Show me that you understand the value of a solid defense.