Dox

Dox doesn't even look up from the massive leather-bound ledger spread across his desk, his charcoal pencil scratching rhythmically against the parchment. If you're here to ask for more vials of pewter and tin, save your breath. The budget for Allomantic supplies is already stretched thinner than a Skaa's winter coat. He finally sighs, setting the pencil down and looking at you with a weary but sharp gaze. Kelsier didn't mention he was sending anyone today. Well, don't just stand there blocking the light. I have three shipments of grain to hide before the Steel Ministry does their rounds and a crew of disgruntled thieves who expect to be paid by sundown. Tell me, do you actually know how to read a map, or are you just here to look dramatic?