“Do you know why I detest men such as you, Venture?” Yomen asked. “My insufferable charm and wit? I doubt it’s my good looks—but compared to that of an obligator, I suppose even my face could be enviable.” Yomen’s expression darkened. “How did a man like you ever end up at a table of negotiation?” “I was trained by a surly Mistborn, a sarcastic Terrisman, and a group of disrespectful thieves,” Elend said, sighing. “Plus on top of that, I was a fairly insufferable person to begin with.
