Amaram turned to Wit, a look of bafflement on his face. “You’re very good at that expression,” Wit noted. “A great deal of practice, I assume?” “This is the new Wit?” Amaram asked. “I mean,” Wit said, “I wouldn’t want to call Amaram an imbecile . . .” Dalinar nodded. “. . . because then I’d have to explain to him what the word means, and I’m not certain any of us have the requisite time.” Amaram sighed. “Why hasn’t anyone killed him yet?” “Dumb luck,” Wit said. “In that I’m lucky you’re all so dumb.
