“Do you know where they took the Dawnshard, by the way?” He asked it in such a casual way, as if he weren’t inquiring about one of the most dangerous weapons in all of the cosmere. “No,” she said, truthfully. “It was decided that too many of us knew the location, so it was moved. By the time I made the pilgrimage, it was already gone. Only the lock remained. Closed, by tradition.”
