“You’re overselling it,” Kelsier said. “The Drifter told me what I did.” “The . . . who?” Khriss asked. “Fellow with white hair,” Kelsier said. “Lanky, with a sharp nose and—” “Damn,” Khriss said. “Did he get to the Well of Ascension?” “Stole something there,” Kelsier said. “A bit of metal.” “Damn,” Khriss said, looking at her servant. “We need to go. I’m sorry, Survivor.”
