I bluster a lot, clearly. That doesn't remove any semblance of truth from my words.
You beat me without the use of your gems? I don't believe you for a moment. However, I will give you the chance to prove it.
I, Battlemage Fistandantilus, extend an offer of a fight to you, Threap. A fight to take place in the underworld, in my rituals and mists, which you claim you can now stand, without the use of your gems, which you claim you do not need.
If I win, I recieve the Ruby of War, and a chance at ordination. If I lose, my Rituals skillset will be reset to poor.
Written by my hand on the 10th of Midsummer, in the year 1135.