“I know you were missing a leg,” Tempest said. “That was among the information Gruber sent back. That the pony leading your rebellion did so without one of her legs. It was supposed to identify you.” She reached up again, massaging her horn. “I scoured Equestria from one end to the other, Wayfinder. I waited in the court of Celestia, and traveled to the laboratories of necromancers. None could repair my horn.”