The entrance to the tent was flung aside and a man with a cigarette and a hat came strolling in. "The fun has arrived!" He sang to no one in particular. "Miles!" Called a man by himself at a table. "You are late!." Miles grinned as he casually meandered over, grabbing someone's keg of beer while he wasn't looking with one hand, and pickpocketing the man's wallet. In it's place he left a small nugget of what might be gold. As he came within speaking distance, Miles said, "I, am never late, I always arrive exactly when I mean to." The other man sighed. "Still have those sticky fingers and 'trading' habits I see. Anyways, you missed the official briefing." He said. "That's good," Miles grinned. "I don't wear briefs." He sighed. "Sit down and shut up. Oh, and don't drink the beer. It tastes like pissed-in sea water." Miles froze with the keg on his lips about to take a sip. "I...see." He said as he slowly brought it away from his mouth and emptied it on the ground. "So, what did I miss, Kelsier?" Miles asked. "Not much, we will be assigned missions to fight certain monsters. For harder missions more people will be required to go." Miles shrugged. "You and I could take out any slavering baddie on our own. We don't need any rookies slowing us down." Kelsier nodded. "I agree completely. I'm thinking about see if they will make an exception for us." Miles suddenly broke out in a full grin. "Just like old times eh?" "Ugh, I hope not, if your aim hasn't improved much." Kelsier replied. "Hey, I only grazed you once." Miles declared. "Bah, you forgot, you shot my foot AND yourself that one time." Miles winced. "Well, that was an accident, besides we were tied up that time no monster is going to try tying us up, it'll just eat us on sight." From there, the conversation developed into an argument whether some monsters would tie you up, eat you outright or squash you into jelly before frying you and eating you.