Mistborn Trilogy - Brandon Sanderson [67]
“Clubs,” Vin said. “That’s what a Smoker does.”
Kelsier nodded. “If one of our people is noticed by a Seeker, they can run back to the lair and disappear. They can also practice their abilities without fear of being discovered. Allomantic pulses coming from a shop in a skaa sector of town would be a quick giveaway to a passing Inquisitor.”
“But, you can burn copper,” Vin said. “Why were you so worried about finding a Smoker for the crew?”
“I can burn copper, true,” Kelsier said. “And so can you. We can use all of the powers, but we can’t be everywhere. A successful crewleader needs to know how to divide labor, especially on a job as big as this one. Standard practice has a coppercloud going at all times in the lair. Clubs doesn’t do it all himself—several of those apprentices are Smokers too. When you hire a man like Clubs, it’s understood that he’ll provide you with a base of operations and a team of Smokers competent enough to keep you hidden at all times.”
Vin nodded. However, she was more interested in copper’s ability to protect her emotions. She would need to locate enough of it to keep it burning all the time.
They started walking again, and Kelsier gave her more time to get used to burning tin. Vin’s mind, however, began to wander. Something didn’t feel…right to her. Why was Kelsier telling her all of these things? It seemed like he was giving away his secrets too easily.
Except one, she thought suspiciously. The metal with the blue lines. He hasn’t gone back to it yet. Perhaps that was the thing he was going to keep from her, the power he would hold in reserve to maintain control over her.
It must be strong. The most powerful of the eight.
As they walked through the quiet streets, Vin reached tentatively inside. She eyed Kelsier, then carefully burned that unknown metal. Again, the lines sprang up around her, pointing in seemingly random directions.
The lines moved with her. One end of each thread stayed stuck to her chest, while the other end remained attached to a given place along the street. New lines appeared as she walked, and old ones faded, disappearing behind. The lines came in various widths, and some of them were brighter than others.
Curious, Vin tested the lines with her mind, trying to discover their secret. She focused on a particularly small and innocent-looking one, and found that she could feel it individually if she concentrated. She almost felt like she could touch it. She reached out with her mind and gave it a slight tug.
The line shook, and something immediately flew out of the darkness toward her. Vin yelped, trying to jump away, but the object—a rusty nail—shot directly toward her.
Suddenly, something grabbed the nail, ripping it away and throwing it back out into the darkness.
Vin came up from her roll in a tense crouch, mistcloak fluttering around her. She scanned the darkness, then glanced at Kelsier, who was chuckling softly.
“I should have known you’d try that,” he said.
Vin flushed in embarrassment.
“Come on,” he said, waving her over. “No harm done.”
“The nail attacked me!” Did that metal bring objects to life? That would be an incredible power indeed.
“Actually, you kind of attacked yourself,” Kelsier said.
Vin stood carefully, then joined him as he began to walk down the street again.
“I’ll explain what you did in a moment,” he promised. “First, there’s something you have to understand about Allomancy.”
“Another rule?”
“More a philosophy,” Kelsier said. “It has to do with consequences.”
Vin frowned. “What do you mean?”
“Every action we take has consequences, Vin,” Kelsier said. “I’ve found that in both Allomancy and life, the person who can best judge the consequences of their actions will be the most successful. Take burning pewter, for instance. What are its consequences?”
Vin shrugged. “You get stronger.”
“What happens if you’re carrying something heavy when your pewter runs out?”
Vin paused. “I suppose you’d drop it.”
“And, if it’s too heavy, you could hurt yourself seriously.