The knife looks exactly as it did when Soldat handed it over. It seems that Somnus' magic dissipates in tandem with the flecks of dulled light it produces. A man's possession is his: He wouldn't mark what doesn't belong to him in any way.

"Regardless of the element, no spell can cast light." Not that he ever relied on his magic overmuch for the purpose of seeing in the dark. Lanterns and torches serve their purpose well enough, both in life and in death. For the purpose of anticipating other alterations (perhaps of a less magical variety), he asks, "What changes did you observe upon your arrival?"