Mistborn Adventure Game-A House of Ashes-ePub by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-11-22T05:00:00+00:00

THE BYLERUM JOB

My heartbeat quickened. From this point forward everyone would operate according to the plan. My plan. No more revisions could be made, no more reactions could be second-guessed, no more contingencies could be accounted for. It had to live on its own now. It would work or it wouldn’t.

I gave my dance partner a demure curtsy. He smiled back from behind his neatly trimmed beard and adjusted the jacket, buttoned tight over a white shirt as was the style of the season.

“Good evening, Lady Pendrel,” he said, kissing my hand.

“Good evening,” I replied.

I slightly elevated the front of my gown to cross the ballroom floor, leaving him to go his own direction. He would soon find his way to the gallery. He was my spy. A man named Kyse. And, like me, he was an imposter. A skaa dressed up in noble’s clothing. Taught to speak like them, walk like them, and hold one’s nose up like them.

I had found Kyse in a brothel. One of those in an alley near the Pewter Gate in the shadow of the Old Wall that could be identified by smell rather than any shop sign — an array of pungent perfumes wafting from its windows. Kyse was keeping up his noble identity even there, blending in among the nervous clerks and sniveling sons of minor houses who waited for their turns in the cramped, dark hallways of the row house. Ready to spend their discretionary allowances on skaa flesh.

He was good. He wasn’t a Soother or an Allomancer of any sort; I would have known if he was. He was just a natural actor. He fit in well. It took me a long time to realize he was a dupe. As for why I was at the brothel, I won’t get into that.

My own destination now was the bank of archways along one side of the ballroom. The archways opened to a balcony that overlooked the courtyard. Other nobles were there looking down at the arriving coaches to see their friends just now showing up to the ball; I was looking up at the towers.

I burned Bronze and reached out with my senses, opening myself to the subtle signs of Allomancy around me. No Iron was being burned… yet. That was a good sign. What I could sense was several points above me where Tin was being burned — by Tineyes. They were lookouts posted on the walls and towers to keep an eye out for any trouble. There would be one or two posted at a keep like this on any night. But on the night of a ball, nobles were even more paranoid. I wondered how many were tasked with watching for dangers coming from outside and how many were ordered to listen to conversations taking place inside the keep itself. Burning Tin enhanced all their senses. Made them see farther, hear soft whispers, feel the slightest vibrations, not to mention the subtle things they could taste and smell. I could feel a few of them on the north tower and two more on the ramparts to the south.

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