Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

looked hesitant. "He knew about the armies, Lord Hammond. He seemed to trust in his koloss over the human armies."
    "With twenty thousand," Clubs said, "he could probably take either of those other armies."
    "But he'd have trouble with both of them," Ham said. " That would give me pause, if I were him. By showing up with a pile of volatile koloss, he could easily worry Cett and Straff enough that they would join forces against him."
    "Which would suit us just fine," Clubs said. "The more that other people fight, the better off we are."
    Elend sat back. He felt a looming anxiety, and it was good to have Vin next to him, arm around him, even if she didn't say much. Sometimes, he felt stronger simply because of her presence. Twenty thousand koloss . This single threat scared him more than either of the other armies.
    "This could be a good thing," Ham said. "If Jastes were to lose control of those beasts near Luthadel, there's a good chance they'd attack one of those other armies."
    "Agreed," Breeze said tiredly. "I think we need to keep stalling, draw out this siege until the koloss army arrives. One more army in the mix means only more advantage for us."
    "I don't like the idea of koloss in the area," Elend said, shivering slightly. "No matter what advantage they offer us. If they attack the city. . ."
    "I say we worry about that when, and if, they arrive," Dockson said. "For now, we have to continue our plan as we intended. His Majesty meets with Straff, trying to manipulate him into a covert alliance with us. With luck, the imminent koloss presence will make him more willing to deal."
    Elend nodded. Straff had agreed to meet, and they'd set a date for a few days away. The Assembly was angry that he hadn't consulted with them about the time and place, but there was little they could do about the matter.
    "Anyway," Elend finally said, sighing. "You said you had other news, Saze? Better, hopefully?"
    Sazed paused. A cook finally walked over, setting a plate of food before him: steamed barley with strips of steak and some spiced lagets. The scents were enough to make Elend a little hungry. He nodded thankfully to the palace chef, who had insisted on preparing the meal himself despite the late hour, and who waved to his staff and began to withdraw.
    Sazed sat quietly, waiting to speak until the staff were again out of earshot. "I hesitate to mention this, Your Majesty, for your burdens already seem great."
    "You might as well just tell me," Elend said.
    Sazed nodded. "I fear that we may have exposed the world to something when we killed the Lord Ruler, Your Majesty. Something unanticipated."
    Breeze raised a tired eyebrow. "Unanticipated? You mean other than ravaging koloss, power-hungry despots, and bandits?"
    Sazed paused. "Um, yes. I speak of items a little more nebulous, I fear. There is something wrong with the mists."
    Vin perked up slightly beside Elend. "What do you mean?"
    "I have been following a trail of events," Sazed explained. He looked down as he spoke, as if embarrassed. "I have been performing an investigation, you might say. You see, I have heard numerous reports of the mists coming during the daytime."
    Ham shrugged. "That happens sometimes. There are foggy days, especially in the fall."
    "That is not what I mean, Lord Hammond," Sazed said. "There is a difference between the mist and ordinary fog. It is difficult to spot, perhaps, but it is noticeable to a careful eye. The mist is thicker, and. . .well. . ."
    "It moves in larger patterns," Vin said quietly. "Like rivers in the sky. It never just hangs in one place; it floats in the breeze, almost like it makes the breeze."
    "And it can't enter buildings," Clubs said. "Or tents. It evaporates soon after it does."
    "Yes," Sazed said. "When I first heard these reports of day mist, I assumed that the people were just letting their superstitions get out of control. I have known many skaa who refused to go out on a foggy morning. However, I was curious about the reports, so I traced them to a village in the South. I taught there for some time, and never received confirmation of the stories. So, I made my way from that place."
    He paused, frowning slightly. "Your Majesty, please do not think me mad. During those travels I passed a secluded valley, and saw what I swear was mist, not fog. It was moving across the landscape, creeping toward me. During the full light of day."
    Elend glanced at Ham. He shrugged. "Don't look at me."
    Breeze snorted. "He was asking