As expected a Justicar, one Mr. Hawkins, arrived a few days ago to test if I am worthy of being Prince of Venice. Amusing that the Council of Elders waited this long before sending him. They probably expected that I would just be usurped quickly and wouldn't require a Justicar's time. Still it is good to know they thought highly enough of me to not just kill me in my sleep.
Mr. Hawkins was gracious enough to give me a few days to prepare for the duel, a mistake on his part. I am not sure who Mr. Hawkins spoke to over the last few days, but whoever it was appears to not have given him enough information. My magic circles held his wolves while my hollow men dealt with them. It was pleasing to see Mr. Hawkins coughing up his own blood. He really should be more careful where he eats. Needless to say I left without a scratch and I do not think the Council will underestimate me in the future.
Still, no reason to not be a gracious winner. I will take Mr Hawkins out for dinner tonight and show him my city. He seems a most fascinating character.