“What does it say?” Galladon said. Baon closed the envelope. “It has only his signature. And a crude depiction of male genitalia.” “From the Trickster Aspect,” Mother said. “He was here too, last year.” “Of course he was,” Demoux repeated, then sighed. “I’m ready to get off this rusting planet. What about you two?” “Yes, please,” Galladon said. “One of the eldest beings in the cosmere … and he has the mental age of a thirteen-year-old.”
