“I don’t care about Tresting,” Dockson said. “I’m just considering the state of insanity that led me to plan another job with you. Attacking a provincial lord in his manor house, surrounded by guards … Honestly, Kell, I’d nearly forgotten how foolhardy you can be.” “Foolhardy?” Kelsier asked with a laugh. “That wasn’t foolhardy—that was merely a small diversion. You should see some of the things I’m planning to do!” Dockson stood for a moment, then he laughed too. “By the Lord Ruler, it’s good to have you back, Kell! I’m afraid I’ve grown particuarly boring during the last few years.”
