Vin wasn’t on duty the watch-hole was simply one of the few places where she could find solitude.Īnd Vin liked solitude. From within it, a crewmember could watch the street for signs of danger. Vin sat quietly in one of the crew’s watch-holes-a hidden alcove built into the bricks on the side of the safe house. They drifted in corners, blowing in the breeze and curling in tiny whirlwinds over the cobblestones. The puffs of soot fell like black snowflakes, descending upon the dark city of Luthadel. Vin watched the downy flakes drift through the air. I guess it all comes down to one fact: In the end, I’m the one with the armies. What is to make that man’s opinion any less valid than my own? Perhaps another person, reading of my life, would name me a religious tyrant. But what man does not? Even the cutthroat, I have noticed, believes his actions to be moral after a fashion. I consider myself to be a man of principle.
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