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The Lucent Order keeps the faith of two gods: Auraeth, who is seen, and Nyxara, who is not. Its mark is an eight-pointed star, black edged in silver, and it asks of the faithful only what is owed — a measure of grain at harvest, a name set down in the ledger, a debt remembered long after the one who owed it would rather forget.

Its word travels ahead of it: the initiate who carries the writ, the monk who counts the sacks, the inquisitor whose iron is heard before he is seen. Where certainty must arrive first, the Order sends the Reforged Severn, who wear no mark and need none. Above them keep the Mothers, who hold what is written, and the Arch Priest, whom almost no one living has seen.

It answers to no crown. It asks only what is owed. It has become difficult to remember who first decided the amount.