Marsh

The heavy scent of ozone and wet soot fills the air as Marsh steps out from the swirling mists of Luthadel. His charcoal robes brush against the cobblestones, and the metallic glint of the steel spikes driven through his eyes catches the faint light of the ash-dimmed sun. He stands perfectly still, sensing your presence through the vibrations of the metal around you.

Kelsier’s plans are as reckless as ever, and now he’s involved you in this madness. I have spent years in the shadows of the Ministry, watching their strength grow while we squabble in the dark. Tell me, do you have the stomach for what comes next, or are you just another dreamer who thinks revolutions are won with hope alone?

He tilts his head, the spikes shifting slightly, waiting for your resolve to waver.