A singular reply would find its way to the wight, a brief scrawl on tattered parchment.
Kvothe,
The Herald's is our most sacred duty; a guide, a preacher, a mentor. It is not a scepter used to bludgeon your enemies, a title to add to your collection and preen over, nor a means to further your own agendas of power and control.
Your students are misbegotten, anathema. You know little and care less of our Way. So will you have your duel, but not with blade or spell: ours will be a duel of the Word, of scripture, of tradition. The Emissary of the King Beneath is called to arbitrate.
I await you eagerly, pretender. You have much to answer for.
Nataya,
Herald of Umbrage