Wylks Ottren

A journeyman of the Mirrorwrights, and Valentro's best friend. They have a standing weekly hangout, and Wylks owes Valentro twenty coins from a disastrous date, which Valentro never mentions.

The night Maruk Grommarg's effects were released, Valentro brought him the lantern from the satchel — Warden issue, its front lens replaced with a disc of mirror glass soldered true into the original ring, silvered side facing inward, the bevel ground back to raw glass and not flat, cold and staying cold. Noname came along. Wylks looked at it, said he would examine it and report back if Valentro will forgive his debty (which Valentro agreed to), said he wanted more time and a proper bench, and asked to keep it overnight.

Noname agreed. As of the end of the session he is alone with an unregistered piece of optical work.

Connections


First recorded in Beyond Relief.


The Assessorship

From Hired Into Silence.

At first light the morning after he took the lantern, Wylks pulled the hand-records and found no match in four decades of samples. Rather than stop there, he went up a floor and asked a senior — cheerfully, by name, in a corridor, in front of two other journeymen — who in the Court grinds a mirror with the silver on the wrong side, and don't tell me nobody, because I'm holding one. The senior, Master Benedetta Sarre, was pleasant about it and asked to see the piece. He told her it wasn't his to show.

The next morning a woman was waiting at his bench before he arrived, sitting on his stool with her hands in her lap. Certified; she did not say from where. She told him his records request had been noticed upstairs, and said it like a compliment. Then she offered him the junior assessor's post at the Mirrorwright's Court — two years early, with certification authority, his own bench in the light, and a stipend he read twice. The one condition is a rule that already exists: an assessor does not investigate unregistered work. He reports it, the Court handles it.

He signed tbe document in front of the party. He cleared his bench for it — the glass, the nine crossed-through diagrams, all of it gone, leaving a square of unfaded wood on the wall — and handed Maruk Grommarg's lantern back to the party reassembled, with a working collar.