Reputation

The man who has come to be known as The Grim never set out to be a legend, only to survive.

Most Mistborn are allied to a noble house and keep their abilities secret, both for the element of surprise and to protect themselves from reprisals. The Grim had no intention of throwing in his lot with a noble house, and so was fated to become the rarest of things… a freelance Mistborn.

When you never know what or when your next job will be, when you don't have a crew to watch your back, when you work for men as likely to cut your throat as pay your price, a man lives or dies by his reputation.

This reputation is liable to get him killed.

The raid on the Canton of Inquisition? Carefully timed for when he knew for sure there would be no Steel Inquisitors anywhere near. Robbing three keeps in one night? Two carefully staged distractions from the one actual theft… netting a grand total of four atium beads, two of which he had to burn to survive the fight out.

The one about the boxings was true. Sometimes you have to send a message.

But now the tales have grown in the telling, and what was once good advertising to bring in more clients is now a liability. He's started to become too recognizable. Many are too scared to hire him, or don't believe he exists.

And worst of all, the tales have reached the ears of the Steel Ministry.

And they are listening.

The Grim is a victim of his own success. Where once he could pick and choose his jobs, or even work for free for those who deserved it, his funds are running low, and he's forced to accept jobs he finds less tasteful. Even Mistborn have to eat, and without funds to secure more metals, he'll be out of business completely.

He can't afford to stop now. Not until he has ensured those that have wronged him meet justice at the edge of his blade.

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