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"I suppose you're right, Gharn. I probably could have escaped on my own. But, and this is just my take, I don't think I'd have nearly as much fun, now would I? Besides, I needed some excuse to get you to join me! Now, then... If I'm not mistaken, the girl with the stone took off down this way..." She started off with a light step, her elven heritage lending her feet the swiftness that was the hallmark of her grandfather's race.

She was impressed by the lion-man's speed. She wasn't an athlete, exactly, but she was by no means out of shape, and as a part-elf, she was usually able to outpace most anyone without breaking a sweat or running out of breath. This was shaping up to be a well-balanced partnership. So long as Gharn was willing to follow her lead, Mira would be perfectly satisfied with having such an imposing figure to back her up, and his naïveté made him all the more appealing, as it would save some effort on manipulation. Tough and willing, that was exactly the type of backup that would serve her well.

As she considered her new situation, Mira nearly tripped on the trailing hem of her gown, as she stopped suddenly at the sight of a small group ahead of her, which included, in part, the nondescript girl who she'd seen stealing the blue stone. slowing her pace, and gesturing for Gharn to do the same, she strode purposefully over to the three who had congregated together, smiling openly at the otter-man and the thief, but largely ignoring the... whatever he was.

With one hand held lightly against her chest in a feigned motion of being out of breath, she said conspiratorially "My! I didn't expect to run into you all! That was quite something, that nonsense in the bar, wasn't it! I can't imagine how the barkeep must be feeling after all that. I imagine he's used to such things in this town, being so near to the ports and all." She looked pointedly at Yeva. "And you, miss! You got out of that encounter better than any of the rest of us, didn't you!"

Elendel Basin, approx. 300 years post-Harmony's Ascension.



	Scadrial at the time of The Alloy of Law has changed dramatically since the
time of Vin, Sazed, Kelsier, and Elend. Gone are the red skies, barren lands, and
constant ashfalls that blot out the sun, replaced now with blue skies, lush plants,
and pleasant weather similar to our own world. Gone are the Lord Ruler, the Steel
Ministry, and its Steel Inquisitors, replaced by a government of freely-elected
officials, constabulary, and lawkeepers all dedicated to protecting, rather than
oppressing, the people. Gone is the systematic repression of technological and
intellectual progress, now replaced with thriving industry, scholarship, art, and
culture — and all the benefits that come with it. Gone are the brutal social and
ethnic divides amongst Scadrial’s inhabitants, who now can intermingle, interact,
and intermarry as their lives and love guide them.

	Yet despite these changes, there is much that has not changed about this land
over the last three centuries. As darkness falls, mist still rises from the streets to
cloak those who prowl them in mystery. Men with power still scheme and betray,
seeking to line their pockets through the labors of others. A lucky few can still
harness the powers of Allomancy or Feruchemy — sometimes both. A great and
untamed wilderness surrounds the cities, where men and women still struggle to
find a life or make a living. Koloss tribes — though freed from the will of the dark
god Ruin — still prowl the remote plains, now living off the land and wandering
at the fringes of society rather than invading it. Mysterious shapeshifters known
as the Faceless Immortals still inhabit the dreams of children, and the thoughts of
those who have seen something beyond the ken of mortals. And secrets are still
dangerous, whether they are used as weapons, as protection, or as tools to turn the
world upside down.

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