The Blessed Artificer’s name, a woman whose mastery of Light would admittedly be a boon when facing Night. It was a fair point.

“Do we know where the Artificer is?” Cordelia asked.

No one had seen her since the drop, but Lady Kallia had a guess.

“One of the mountains beyond the hills collapsed,” the Painted Knife said. “I saw it happen from atop the lighthouse. If it wasn’t the Mirror Knight responsible, it can only be her.”

- Book 7, Interlude: Occidental III