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We arrived in Terris earlier this week, and, I have to say, I find the countryside beautiful. The great mountains to the north—with their bald snowcaps and forested mantles—stand like watchful gods over this land of green fertility. My own lands to the south are mostly flat; I think that they might look less dreary if there were a few mountains to vary the terrain. The people here are mostly herdsmen—though timber harvesters and farmers are not uncommon. It is a pastoral land, certainly. It seems odd that a place so remarkably agrarian could have produced the prophecies and theologies upon which the entire world now relies
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Camon counts the 3,000 boxings from the Ministry, celebrating with his crew. Vin, however, feels dread. The Steel Ministry would not give away such a fortune so easily. Something is wrong.
Fearing danger, she decides to flee the lair and asks Ulef to come with her. Though terrified of being alone, she gathers her few belongings—Reen’s obsidian charm, her city pebbles, and her mother’s earring—and prepares to leave.
But Ulef betrays her.
Camon, drunk and furious, accuses Vin of planning to betray him to the Ministry. He attacks her brutally. She uses all her remaining “Luck” to calm him, but this time it fails. There is murder in his eyes.
Just as Camon raises his fist to kill her, the stairwell door bursts open. A tall blond man in noble clothes steps inside—angry.
The stranger—tall, blond, hawk-faced, and furious—hurled Camon across the room without touching him. He then flooded the entire lair with a wave of calm emotion, stopping everyone cold, including Vin. She recognized the feeling instantly: someone had just used Luck on her. On everyone, simultaneously, and at a scale she'd never imagined possible.
Camon recognized the stranger: Kelsier, the Survivor of Hathsin. The crew fell silent. Kelsier informed them that they'd been followed from the Canton by two Ministry spies and a Steel Inquisitor—all of whom he and his partner Dockson had just neutralized. As payment for saving their lives, he:
Alone with her, Kelsier dropped the theatrics. He and Dockson were relaxed, almost casual. They explained that her “Luck” was actually Allomancy—the power of manipulating metal to affect the world, including human emotions.
Her mistake had been using it on an obligator; they're trained to detect exactly that, which was why the Inquisitor had been sent. Kelsier had only diverted it, not killed it, and warned Vin to stay cautious.