Mistborn #01 The Final Empire

were asleep,” Ham said. “The Garrison sent us part-time soldiers back early, so they wouldn’t have to pay us.”
    “They’re still out there, then?” Dockson asked.
    Ham nodded. “Hunting down the rest of our army. The Luthadel Garrison relieved the Valtroux troops, who were actually pretty beat up from the fighting. The majority of the Luthadel troops should be out for a long while yet, searching for rebels—apparently, several very large groups broke off of our main army and fled before the battle started.”
    The conversation lulled into another period of silence. Vin sipped at her ale, drinking it more out of spite than any belief that it would make her feel better. A few minutes later, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
    Kelsier swept into the kitchen. “Good morning, all,” he said with customary cheerfulness. “Baywraps again, I see. Clubs, you really need to hire more imaginative housemaids.” Despite the comment, he grabbed a cylindrical baywrap and took a large bite, then smiled pleasantly as he poured himself something to drink.
    The crew remained quiet. The men exchanged glances. Kelsier remained standing, leaning back against the cupboard as he ate.
    “Kell, we need to talk,” Dockson finally said. “The army is gone.”
    “Yes,” Kelsier said between bites. “I noticed.”
    “The job is dead, Kelsier,” Breeze said. “It was a good try, but we failed.”
    Kelsier paused. He frowned, lowering his baywrap. “Failed? What makes you say that?”
    “The army is gone, Kell,” Ham said.
    “The army was only one piece of our plans. We’ve had a setback, true—but we’re hardly finished.”
    “Oh, for the Lord’s sake, man!” Breeze said. “How can you stand there so cheerfully? Our men are dead . Don’t you even care?”
    “I care, Breeze,” Kelsier said in a solemn voice. “But what is done is done. We need to move on.”
    “Exactly!” Breeze said. “Move on from this insane ‘job’ of yours. It’s time to quit. I know you don’t like that, but it’s the simple truth!”
    Kelsier set his plate on the counter. “Don’t Soothe me, Breeze. Never Soothe me.”
    Breeze paused, mouth open slightly. “Fine,” he finally said. “I won’t use Allomancy; I’ll just use truth. Do you know what I think? I think you never intended to grab that atium.
    “You’ve been using us. You promised us wealth so we’d join you, but you never had any intention of making us rich. This is all about your ego—it’s about becoming the most famous crewleader that ever lived. That’s why you’re spreading all these rumors, doing all this recruitment. You’ve known wealth—now you want to become a legend.”
    Breeze fell quiet, eyes hard. Kelsier stood with his arms folded, regarding the crew. Several glanced aside, shamed eyes proving that they had considered what Breeze was saying. Vin was one of those. The silence persisted, all of them waiting for a rebuttal.
    Footsteps sounded on the stairs again, and Spook burst into the kitchen. “Willing the care and upping to see! A gathering, in the fountain square!”
    Kelsier didn’t look surprised by the boy’s announcement.
    “A gathering in the fountain square?” Ham said slowly. “That means . . .”
    “Come on,” Kelsier said, standing up straight. “We’re going to watch.”
    “I’d rather not do this, Kell,” Ham said. “I avoid these things for a reason.”
    Kelsier ignored him. He walked at the head of the crew, who all—even Breeze—wore mundane skaa clothing and cloaks. A light ashfall had begun, and careless flakes floated down from the sky, like leaves dropped from some unseen tree.
    Large clusters of skaa clogged the street, most of them workers from factories or mills. Vin knew of only one reason why the workers would be released and sent to gather in the city’s central square.
    Executions.
    She’d never gone to them before. Supposedly, all the men in the city—skaa or noble—were required to attend execution ceremonies, but thieving crews knew how to remain hidden. Bells rang in the distance, announcing the event, and obligators watched at the sides of the streets. They would go into mills, forges, and random houses searching for those who disobeyed the call, meting out death as a punishment. Gathering this many people was an enormous undertaking—but, in a way, doing things like this simply worked to prove how powerful the Lord Ruler was.
    The streets grew even more crowded as Vin’s crew