“What do you know about them, Kelsier?” she asked. She took a step forward, glaring at Kelsier. “What do you think this is, Kelsier? The life of a skaa? What do any of you know about skaa? Aristocratic suits, stalking your enemies in the night, full meals and nightcaps around the table with your friends? That’s not the life of a skaa!” She waved a frustrated arm toward the kitchen and the crew. She stood angrily, Sazed backing away, the cloak falling the floor. “What is wrong with you, girl?” Kelsier asked. “Elend Venture? You risked your life-risked the plan, and our lives-for that fool of a boy?” Then, with a perfectly straight face, he said, 'Wasing not of wasing is.” 'I believe our companions have finally lost their minds, dear friend.'ĭockson shrugged.
'Brighting the wish of wasing the not.'īreeze turned to Dockson with exasperation. 'Ever wasing the wish of having the have,' Ham added with a smile.
'Ever wasing the doing of this,' Kelsier agreed. 'Wasing the was of brightness,' Spook said. 'What are you two babbling about?' Breeze said testily. 'Riding the rile of the rids to the right,' Spook said with a nod. 'So I'm simply going to pretend it was coherent, then move on.' 'I have no idea what you just said, child,' Breeze said. 'Niceing the not on the playing without.' If only the rest of you ruffians were so accommodating.' 'I barely even have to nudge him Allomantically. 'He's such a fine lad,' Breeze noted, accepting the drink. Spook rushed over and fetched Breeze a cup of wine. 'I'm dying of anticipation,' Breeze said. 'I thought up a couple beastly questions while I was gone, and I've been saving them just for you, Breeze.' 'I see that my period of intellectual respite has come to an end.'
The portly man raised his dueling cane, pointing it at Ham. “Breeze strolled over to the table and chose a seat with his characteristic decorum.
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