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Authors: Brandon Sanderson
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will not do this thing easily. You will need to compel me, by virtue of the Contract."
"Fine," Vin said. "You're commanded. How long will it take?"
"A regular body only takes a few hours," OreSeur said. "This could take longer. Getting that much fur to look right will be challenging."
"Get started, then," Vin said, turning toward the door. On her way, however, she noticed a small package sitting on her desk. She frowned, walking over and taking off the lid. A small note sat inside.
Lady Vin ,
Here is the next alloy you requested. Aluminum is very difficult to acquire, but when a noble family recently left the city, I was able to buy some of their diningware .
I do not know if this one will work, but I believe it worth a try. I have mixed the aluminum with four percent copper, and found the outcome quite promising. I have read of this composition; it is called duralumin .
Your servant, Terion
Vin smiled, setting aside the note and removing the rest of the box's contents: a small pouch of metal dust and a thin silvery bar, both presumably of this "duralumin" metal. Terion was a master Allomantic metallurgist. Though not an Allomancer himself, he had been mixing alloys and creating dusts for Mistborn and Mistings for most of his life.
Vin pocketed both pouch and bar, then turned toward OreSeur. The kandra regarded her with a flat expression.
"This came for me today?" Vin asked, nodding to the box.
"Yes, Mistress," OreSeur said. "A few hours ago."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress," OreSeur said in his toneless way, "but you did not command me to tell you if packages arrived."
Vin ground her teeth. He knew how anxiously she'd been waiting for another alloy from Terion. All of the previous aluminum alloys they'd tried had turned out to be duds. It bothered her to know that there was another Allomantic metal out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. She wouldn't be satisfied until she found it.
OreSeur just sat where he was, bland expression on his face, unconscious wolfhound on the floor in front of him.
"Just get to work on that body," Vin said, spinning and leaving the room to search for Elend.
Vin finally found Elend in his study, going over some ledgers with a familiar figure.
"Dox!" Vin said. He'd retired to his rooms soon after his arrival the day before, and she hadn't seen much of him.
Dockson looked up and smiled. Stocky without being fat, he had short dark hair and still wore his customary half beard. "Hello, Vin."
"How was Terris?" she asked.
"Cold," Dockson replied. "I'm glad to be back. Though I wish I hadn't arrived to find that army here."
"Either way, we're glad you've returned, Dockson," Elend said. "The kingdom practically fell apart without you."
"That hardly seems the case," Dockson said, closing his ledger and setting it on the stack. "All things—and armies—considered, it looks like the royal bureaucracy held together fairly well in my absence. You hardly need me anymore!"
"Nonsense!" Elend said.
Vin leaned against the door, eyeing the two men as they continued their discussion. They maintained their air of forced joviality. Both were dedicated to making the new kingdom work, even if it meant pretending that they liked each other. Dockson pointed at places in the ledgers, talking about finances and what he'd discovered in the outlying villages under Elend's control.
Vin sighed, glancing across the room. Sunlight streamed through the room's stained-glass rose window, throwing colors across the ledgers and table. Even now, Vin still wasn't accustomed to the casual richness of a noble keep. The window—red and lavender—was a thing of intricate beauty. Yet, noblemen apparently found its like so commonplace that they had put this one in the keep's back rooms, in the small chamber that Elend now used as his study.
As one might expect, the room was piled with stacks of books. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, but they were no match for the sheer volume of
"Fine," Vin said. "You're commanded. How long will it take?"
"A regular body only takes a few hours," OreSeur said. "This could take longer. Getting that much fur to look right will be challenging."
"Get started, then," Vin said, turning toward the door. On her way, however, she noticed a small package sitting on her desk. She frowned, walking over and taking off the lid. A small note sat inside.
Lady Vin ,
Here is the next alloy you requested. Aluminum is very difficult to acquire, but when a noble family recently left the city, I was able to buy some of their diningware .
I do not know if this one will work, but I believe it worth a try. I have mixed the aluminum with four percent copper, and found the outcome quite promising. I have read of this composition; it is called duralumin .
Your servant, Terion
Vin smiled, setting aside the note and removing the rest of the box's contents: a small pouch of metal dust and a thin silvery bar, both presumably of this "duralumin" metal. Terion was a master Allomantic metallurgist. Though not an Allomancer himself, he had been mixing alloys and creating dusts for Mistborn and Mistings for most of his life.
Vin pocketed both pouch and bar, then turned toward OreSeur. The kandra regarded her with a flat expression.
"This came for me today?" Vin asked, nodding to the box.
"Yes, Mistress," OreSeur said. "A few hours ago."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I'm sorry, Mistress," OreSeur said in his toneless way, "but you did not command me to tell you if packages arrived."
Vin ground her teeth. He knew how anxiously she'd been waiting for another alloy from Terion. All of the previous aluminum alloys they'd tried had turned out to be duds. It bothered her to know that there was another Allomantic metal out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. She wouldn't be satisfied until she found it.
OreSeur just sat where he was, bland expression on his face, unconscious wolfhound on the floor in front of him.
"Just get to work on that body," Vin said, spinning and leaving the room to search for Elend.
Vin finally found Elend in his study, going over some ledgers with a familiar figure.
"Dox!" Vin said. He'd retired to his rooms soon after his arrival the day before, and she hadn't seen much of him.
Dockson looked up and smiled. Stocky without being fat, he had short dark hair and still wore his customary half beard. "Hello, Vin."
"How was Terris?" she asked.
"Cold," Dockson replied. "I'm glad to be back. Though I wish I hadn't arrived to find that army here."
"Either way, we're glad you've returned, Dockson," Elend said. "The kingdom practically fell apart without you."
"That hardly seems the case," Dockson said, closing his ledger and setting it on the stack. "All things—and armies—considered, it looks like the royal bureaucracy held together fairly well in my absence. You hardly need me anymore!"
"Nonsense!" Elend said.
Vin leaned against the door, eyeing the two men as they continued their discussion. They maintained their air of forced joviality. Both were dedicated to making the new kingdom work, even if it meant pretending that they liked each other. Dockson pointed at places in the ledgers, talking about finances and what he'd discovered in the outlying villages under Elend's control.
Vin sighed, glancing across the room. Sunlight streamed through the room's stained-glass rose window, throwing colors across the ledgers and table. Even now, Vin still wasn't accustomed to the casual richness of a noble keep. The window—red and lavender—was a thing of intricate beauty. Yet, noblemen apparently found its like so commonplace that they had put this one in the keep's back rooms, in the small chamber that Elend now used as his study.
As one might expect, the room was piled with stacks of books. Shelves lined the walls from floor to ceiling, but they were no match for the sheer volume of
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