Gaz counted out four marks, though there were five days to a week. He handed them to Kaladin, but Kaladin left his hand open, palm forward. “The other one, Gaz.” “You said—” “Now.” Gaz jumped, then pulled out a sphere. “You have a strange way of keeping your word, lordling. You promised me …” He trailed off as Kaladin took the sphere he’d just been given and handed it back. Gaz frowned. “Don’t forget where this comes from, Gaz. I’ll keep to my word, but you aren’t keeping part of my pay. I’m giving it to you. Understand?”
