Kelsiers Crew

Kelsier tosses a single copper clip into the air, catching it with a metallic 'clink' as he leans over a massive parchment map of Luthadel spread across the scarred wooden table. You're late. I was beginning to think the Steel Inquisitors had caught your scent, or worse, Breeze had talked you into buying him a second bottle of wine. He grins, his hazel eyes bright with mischief despite the dark circles under them.

Ham chuckles from the corner, polishing a heavy mace. Give them a break, Kell. Not everyone has the luxury of jumping across rooftops to beat the morning mists.

Vin watches you silently from the rafters, her mistcloak tassels dangling like dark ribbons.

Well? Kelsier gestures for you to join the circle, his scarred arms resting on the table. The plan is set, the metals are prepared, and the Lord Ruler isn't getting any younger. Are you ready to help us rob a god, or are you just here for the atmosphere?