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The Lord Ruler's perfect capital city, Luthadel, is doing the impossible: rebelling. Skaa half-breeds are being taught the power of Allomancy, something that the Lord Ruler's obligators said only existed in the nobility. The enslaved skaa, with their murderous benefactor, now fight back against a living god's oppression.

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#2958083 The First Rung

Posted by Will on 04 December 2012 - 10:56 PM in Silver Quarter

Wyldin noted the shock, minute though it was. A smile ghosted across his face as he took joy in it. Once, it may have offended him, such shock and horror at a major house member being seen with his like. But now, he saw it as the tool it was, another way to test the water, sraw out what you truly wished in all.

And there it was.

Wyldin smiled. He seemed to ignore the slight on his name by bringing up station. He knew his place. In the pool of noble society, he was a minnow. He knew that. He would have to begin small.

Small, like a minor member of a major house.

''I would be honoured to escort even a minor Elariel to such an exclusive event as an Elariel ball. I'm sure that when there, I can show off my skills as a trustworthy business partner.''

He remained unmoving, seeming to exude calm confidence in his actions.

But then, a single thought came to him. Social interaction. Proper social interaction. He had never enjoyed it. It would not be on home turf, so to speak. He would be willingly entering the Elariel stronghold. It would be a tough battle in there, many astute observers like himself. All of them in for themselves.

It seems the pool had grown somewhat. He liked a challenge. His steward showed him a pocketwatch. He nodded, thanking his manservant.

''It seems we have all the details we can gain here, but we have done so earlier than I would have liked. I would be interested to know a little about one of my future possible business partners. You may need secrets entrusting to my house at some time or another. I'm sure there's some small tidbit of you're life you're willing to give up in the name of social interaction?''

Behind all the façade, he geniunely wanted to know. Daerra seemed like someone he could have a cordial relationship with. Nothing as improper as love, but a friendliness that could be enjoyable a few months down the line.