“If only,” Wit continued, “there were a way to learn to do something productive with this item. It has the look of a tool. Nay, an instrument! Of mythical design. Alas. My poor finite mind is incapable of comprehending the—” “If I don’t interrupt,” Kaladin said, “how long will you keep going?” “Long, long past when it was funny.” “It was funny?” “The words?” Wit said. “Of course not. Your face while I say them though? Well, it’s been said I am an artist.
