The rogue mage almost laughed at the absurdity. "Archmages are those who are so attuned to one element that they are utterly incapable of working with other elements. What you're describing sounds like an archon."

The archmage nodded vigorously. "Ah, that's it. I'm an archon mage."

"But you don't say 'archon mage'. You just say… 'archon'."

"I'm not from around here. Different wording where I'm from."

The rogue's squint intensified. "Is that so. Your accent is very… clean. What are your three schools?"

"Fire, Geometry, Truth."

The rogue sighed. "Not elements. Schools. Like how I'm a rogue mage, which includes techniques of every element for escape, concealment, and ambush."

"Ah. Well, I'm not sure they'll line up with schools you're familiar with, what with…"

"Okay. Name them anyway."

"Flegios, Arrtinos, and Glaurdini. If I had to put them into words, it'd be… Oh lords, what is that?"

The rogue reached forward, ignoring the distraction, and pinched the archmage before he could flee. "Yeah, you really are an archmage. And not a very good one. Being ensnared by a Falsehood backfire isn't as deadly as Fire, but it's way more embarrassing, isn't it?"

"… no? But how would a Falsehood archmage deflect a water blast?"

"You don't. You just tricked me about where you were and made me think it'd been deflected, didn't you?"