Matthias Helvar személy
Kaz leaned back. “What’s the easiest way to steal a man’s wallet?”
“Knife to the throat?” asked Inej.
“Gun to the back?” said Jesper.
“Poison in his cup?” suggested Nina.
“You’re all horrible,” said Matthias.
Kaz rolled his eyes. “The easiest way to steal a man’s wallet is to tell him you’re going to steal his watch.
(…) if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I’m going to get Wylan’s ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost.”
Brekker’s lips quirked. “I’ll just hire Matthias’ ghost to kick your ghost’s ass.”
“My ghost won’t associate with your ghost,” Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.
“Yes, it’s us.” Kaz used his cane to herd them both toward the center of the island. “And you would have heard us if you hadn’t been busy shouting at each other. Stop gawking like you’ve never seen a girl in a dress before, Matthias.”
“I wasn’t gawking,” Matthias said with as much dignity as he could muster. But for Djel’s sake, what was he supposed to look at when Nina had irises tucked between … everything.
“Be quiet, Brekker,” Nina said. “I like it when he gawks.”
“How did the mission go?” Matthias asked, trying to keep his eyes on her face.
Jesper rolled his shoulders as he approached. This kind of work usually took a lot of time, particularly because he'd never had real training. He placed his handson either side of a single bar and concentrated on locating the purest particles of ore.
„What is he doing?” asked Matthias.
„Performing an ancient Zemeni ritual,” Kaz said.
“The Wraith’s life is worth more than that,” said Matthias. “To all of us.”
“We get Inej. We get our money. It’s as simple as that.”
“Simple as that,” said Nina. “Did you know I’m next in line for the Fjerdan throne? They call me Princess Ilse of Engelsberg.”
“There is no princess of Engelsberg,” said Matthias. “It’s a fishing town.”
Nina shrugged. “If we’re going to lie to ourselves, we might as well be grand about it.”
Kuwei’s jaw set. “I would prefer to go to Ravka.”
“See?” said Nina.
“No, I do not,” said Matthias. “We can’t just hand such a prize over to Ravka.”
“He’s a person, not a prize, and he wants to go.”
“Do we all get to do what we want now?” asked Jesper. “Because I have a list.”
“I like doing my hair.”
Matthias gave Nina a meaningful look.
She scowled. “Why do you assume I know how to arrange hair?”
“Because yours always looks so nice.”
“Wait,” said Jesper. “Is he being charming?” He peered at Matthias. “How do we know this isn’t an impostor?”