Kelsier soon lost interest in the duel, and spent the day paceing the small area he had designated as his campsite. There wasn't much there, just a tent for when it rains, a pack that contained money, blankets and a few odd tools and knick-knacks he had collected plus his sword, made up just about everything he owned. He was bored, he wanted somthing, [i]anything[/i] to happen to give him something to do. Finaly, he sighed and muttered, "I guess I will go down to the coalition camp to see what trouble I can get into there."

	Kelsier walked into the camp with a confident stride and absolutly no idea where he was headed. He just wandered aimlessly, checking out differnt spots. He soon realized he had wandered near the mess tents where food and beer were being consumed in equal amounts. Kelsier decided to get something. Just because he didn't need to eat doesn't mean he can't. If he went without sufficent food or water for awhile, insted of starving or getting dehydrated, it just felt uncomfortable, like an itch he just can't scratch. Kelsier got a hunk of bread and a flagon of water. He was walking back, going to find somewhere to sit, when he heard a very famillar voice. Kelsier scowled a truly fearsome scowl and honed in on the voice. He found the owner of it sitting at a crowded table telling a anecdote or a joke in a loud animated voice, just getting to what was, appearently the punchline. "...and so I said to her, "Thats not my pistol, sweetheart." At that, the whole table exploded with laughter, and few of the younger women lisening to him turned bright pink. The speaker stood up and gave a courtly bow. Said speaker happend to look up at just the right moment to see Kelsier watching him with a deep and forbbiding scowl. "Umm... Gentlemen if you would excuse me I need to see a man about a dog, a bullet, and a bedsheet." He said drawing more laughter. The still grinning man made his way over to Kelsier and greeted him. "Kel! I'd never thought I'd see you in a place like this its been what? Three yea--.
	Kelsier punched him solidly on the nose with his right fist.
	The force of the blow and the sheer surprise knocked the man on his ass, where he held his nose and moaned. "Ahh Ow, damnnit. If this is how you treat your friends, I pity your enemies." "You deserve it, Miles." Kelsier said humorlessly. "I never denied that." The man, Miles, replied cheerfully. "But you didn't have to go take it out on my nose." 
"Tough, it will heal." 
"It still hurts!"
"Good, maybe next time you will [i]think[/i] before you something that stupid again." Kelsier said pointedly. "Ahhhh it hurts it hurts..." Miles complaned. "Give it up," Kelsier said "I know its healed already." Miles's grin returned in full force, "You knowit and I knowit, but the pretty serving girl over there, she don't knowit. I was a hopin' that I might bum a drink or two with some sympathy." He said, slipping into an accent. Kelsier couldn't help it, he smiled and sighed "It always has to be a joke with you." "Sometimes its a pun." Miles said deftly. That got Kelsier to chuckle and he said, as he held out his hand to help Miles up, "You, are a punny man, you. Yes, very punny." Miles took his hand and Kelsier hauled hauled him to his feet. "Now, about that bedsheet..."