Point

"He took it with a nod to the bearded and armoured man at his side. 'Thanks, Point.'...Point grumbled when he drew on his own helmet, an iron pot bearing cheek guards embossed to resemble the jaws of a roaring lion...Point grumbled about everything, it was his way."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.248

"Dassem drew on his helm and started forward. Temper and the rest of the Sword - Point, Ferrule, Quillion, Hilt and Edge - fell in around him."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.253

"Point faced Surgen. Temper saw little of the duel...Glimpses convinced him of Point's brilliance: the man outdid himself, lasting more exchanges than Temper believed possible against a patroned champion...Point fell. Temper roared in rage as Point had fought beautifully; there was no justice in his defeat."

NoK, UK mmpb, p.258-9