Mistborn #02 The Well of Ascension

in which Elend's remarks cast them.
    She'd never understood why Elend allowed the Steel Ministry to continue teaching. It was the last real remnant of the Lord Ruler's power. Most obligators obstinately refused to lend their knowledge of bureaucracy and administration to Elend's government, and they still regarded skaa with contempt.
    And yet, Elend let them remain. He maintained a strict rule that they were not allowed to incite rebellion or violence. However, he also didn't eject them from the city, as Vin had suggested. Actually, if the choice had been solely hers, she probably would have executed them.
    Eventually, Elend's speech drew to a close, and Vin turned her attention back to him. "Gentlemen," he said, "I make this proposal out of faith, and I make it in the names of those we represent. I ask for time. I propose that we forgo all votes regarding the future of the city until a proper royal delegation has been allowed to meet with the army outside and determine what, if any, opportunity there is for negotiations."
    He lowered his sheet, looking up, waiting for comments.
    "So," said Philen, one of the merchants on the Assembly. "You're asking us to give you the power to decide the city's fate." Philen wore his rich suit so well that an observer would never have known that he'd first put one on about a year ago.
    "What?" Elend asked. "I said nothing of the sort—I'm simply asking for more time. To meet with Straff."
    "He's rejected all of our earlier messages," said another Assemblyman. "What makes you think he'll listen now?"
    "We're approaching this wrong!" said one of the noble representatives. "We should be resolving to beg Straff Venture not to attack, not resolving to meet with him and chat. We need to establish quickly that we're willing to work with him. You've all seen that army. He's planning to destroy us!"
    "Please," Elend said, raising a hand. "Let us stay on topic!"
    One of the other Assemblymen—one of the skaa—spoke up, as if he hadn't heard Elend. "You say that because you're noble," he said, pointing at the noble Elend had interrupted. "It's easy for you to talk about working with Straff, since you've got very little to lose!"
    "Very little to lose?" the nobleman said. "I and all of my house could be executed for supporting Elend against his father!"
    "Bah," said one of the merchants. "This is all pointless. We should have hired mercenaries months ago, as I'd suggested."
    "And where would we have gotten the funds for that?" asked Lord Penrod, senior of the noble Assemblymen.
    "Taxes," the merchant said with a wave of his hand.
    "Gentlemen!" Elend said; then, louder, "Gentlemen!"
    This garnered him some small measure of attention.
    "We have to make a decision," Elend said. "Stay focused, if you please. What of my proposal?"
    "It's pointless," said Philen the merchant. "Why should we wait? Let's just invite Straff into the city and be done. He's going to take it anyway."
    Vin sat back as the men began to argue again. The problem was, the merchant Philen—as little as she liked him—had a point. Fighting was looking like a very unattractive option. Straff had such a large army. Would stalling really do that much good?
    "Look, see," Elend said, trying to get their attention again—and only partially succeeding. "Straff is my father. Maybe I could talk to him. Get him to listen? Luthadel was his home for years. Perhaps I can convince him not to attack it."
    "Wait," said one of the skaa representatives. "What of the food issue? Have you seen what the merchants are charging for grain? Before we worry about that army, we should talk about bringing prices down."
    "Always blaming us for your problems," one of the merchant Assemblymen said, pointing. And the squabbling began again. Elend slumped just slightly behind the lectern. Vin shook her head, feeling sorry for Elend as the discussion degenerated. This was what often happened at Assembly meetings; it seemed to her that they simply didn't give Elend the respect he deserved. Perhaps that was his own fault, for elevating them to his near equals.
    Finally, the discussion wound down, and Elend got out a piece of paper, obviously planning to record the vote on his proposal. He did not look optimistic.
    "All right," Elend said. "Let's vote. Please remember—giving me time will not play our hand. It will simply give me a chance to try and make my father reconsider his desire to take our city away from us."
    "Elend, lad," said Lord Penrod. "We all