Kelsier set off on a walk around Sebarial's camp. A few days after the prison incident, Adolin went on another date with Shallan. Kelsier wanted to keep an eye on her, but unfortunately had an errand to run, and would prefer his Radiant didn't question his disappearance. (Not that the boy would, he was suspiciously naive). Still, the date was the best time to sneak around. He only hoped the bridgemen guards would watch Shallan closely.

Kelsier was in Sebarial's camp because he thought his people might set up here. It was an organized but relatively unpoliced camp–which was all the better for the Ghostbloods to avoid notice.

He strolled down busy streets, filled with vendors and hawkers of all sorts. He felt far more at home here than at noble parties and state dinners. A mother hurried two children along. A man was selling some sort of meat in flatbread that Kelsier could almost smell. He would've bought some if he could still taste. A ragged boy made off with an apple, unnoticed. These were honest people, living in spite of nobles, not because of them.

Soon he found himself in a less organized piece of Sebrial's camp. As he walked, he almost missed the flower-like symbol carved into a door frame. He glided through the door and down two hidden flights of stairs. To his surprise, Mraize was waiting below.

The man sat at the end of a long table, surrounded by a wall of trophies. The room was like something out of an Allomancer Jack story, more villain's lair than appropriate for a meeting about plans to save Scadrial. Kelsier found himself wishing, yet again, that the Ghostbloods had more class.

Mrazie stood to greet Kelsier. "Babsk, I had not expected to be graced by your presence in person today. What brings you to Roshar?"

"Cut the pleasantries. Where's Iyatil?"

Mraize frowned. "I believe she is away on other business for the order. I can set up a meeting if you wish."

"Will you speak on her behalf?" Mraize nodded. Kelsier added,"Then report to her once our conversation is through."

Mraize nodded. Kelsier was relieved. Iyatil was a handful at the best of times, unpredictable as she was. Mraize was delusional, but nothing Kelsier hadn't seen before.

Mraize gestured to a chair by the room's fireplace. Kelsier shook his head and started to pace. He would sit, but such things were still difficult for him in his current form. He couldn't risk revealing weakness. Mrazie stood casually, eyes tracking Kelsier.

"I've come because some plans will need to be shifted. I've found a Radiant," Kelsier hesitated. Did he dare admit he'd bonded the son of the Blackthorn by accident? Or reveal his bond at all? He'd promised transparency to his crews, but there was a thin line between honesty and looking foolish. Yet, he employed spies and thieves–people with skill sets like his. One would learn the truth eventually and spread the news. He would rather come clean now than pay the price later. "...And bonded to him. His name is Adolin Kholin, the son of Highprince Dalinor."

Mraize's face was unreadable, a flat expression set on a maze of twisting scars. "An advantageous move, I'm sure, to create a Radiant out of some unknown quantity situated next to the Blackthorn."

A veiled challenge. It was the real reason Kelsier had paid a visit, to feel out the Rosharian loyalty. If even Mraize, an ambitious but careful character, was giving him cheek, Iyatil would prove worse. "And you've found better?"

It was the wrong thing to say. Mraize grinned triumphantly. "I have a Radiant perfect for our purposes, a darkeyed woman named Veil. I believe she can lightweave, though she has yet to reveal her powers openly. Veil is a cover for certain. I have not had the time to seek her true identity yet."

Kelsier asked,"Has she been sworn in?"

"She is still in the probationary period. If she proves herself in the coming months, I believe she will ask to join herself."

"Good, multiple sources of investiture will prove useful. And Urithiru?" Finding Urithiru was not a project he had initiated, but he had appreciated its scope. It had been undertaken without his approval, but he was willing to let that go for results.

"Jasnah, the scholar trying to find the place, is dead and her notes were lost."

Even though Kelsier had not ordered Jasnah's death, he felt a brief twinge of guilt. His people had killed her, afterall. She had been Adolin's cousin. The boy had not mentioned her death yet, but Kelsier suspected she was on Adolin's mind. Kelsier hadn't known his Radiant for long, but could tell the boy did not take death lightly, even for a soldier.

Kelsier, on the other hand, had been used to the work for sometime now. He had to be, with his projects and goals. Part of him would always regret the casualties that accumulated. But Jasnah had known exactly what she had taken on in researching Urithiru, and no doubt she had been aware of their order for some time. He had, and would always, kill for the safety of his Ghostbloods.

Kelsier ignored the strange flash of guilt, and forced himself to reply casually,"Sloppy. I know you can plan better than that."

"We are in the process of recovering information from Meridias instead with Veil's help. The girl has shown a remarkable aptitude for recreating images."

Interesting. Kelsier filed the information away for later. "What do you know about Elhokar?"

Confusion blinked across Mraize's face at the sudden change in topic. "I have a few people in the court who watch him. He knows nothing of his father's plans."

"Good, then it's time we removed him."

"Oh?" Mraize raised a carefully controlled eyebrow. "May I inquire as to why?"

"He's a menace, and I would much rather have Dalinor in charge."

"That's all fine and well, but the boy is mostly harmless. Dalinor runs the kingdom for all practical purposes anyway."

"Tell Iyatil regardless."

Mraize nodded, still taken aback, but let the conversation turn to other plans.

As the highstorm began to roll in, Kelsier stood to leave. Adolin, clueless as he could be, would question any sort of extended disappearance on Kelsier's part. He needed to find the boy before the storm ended and Adolin wasn't distracted by Shallan anymore.

Mraize stopped him and dropped his usual pretentious act. "If I may be permitted to ask, why are you really here? You are not one to pay mere social calls."

"As sycophantic as the Rosharian Ghostbloods act, I've known for some time I am not the final authority here. I've come to rectify that. Pick your side early, Mraize. Fence-sitters will not survive."

With that, Kelsier walked into the hurricane.