Warbreaker, page 189 by Brandon Sanderson
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here first. He has Breath-reports say he looked to have reached at least the Fourth Heightening. Maybe the Fifth. I'll bet he got it from that rebel, Vahr."
"How do you know it's even him?" Denth asked.
Jewels snorted. "Word's all over. People being found slaughtered in alleyways, the wounds corrupt and black. Sightings of a new, powerful Awakener roaming the city carrying a black-handled sword in a silver sheath. It's Tax, all right. Goes by a different name now."
Denth nodded. "Vasher. He's used it for a while. It's a joke on his part."
Vivenna frowned. Black handled sword. Silver sheath. "Who are we talking about?"
Jewels shot her an annoyed look, but Denth just shrugged. "Old... friend of ours."
"He's bad trouble," Tonk Fah said, walking up. "Tax tends to leave a lot of bodies wherever he goes. Has strange motivations-doesn't think like other people."
"He's interested in the war for some reason, Denth," Jewels said.
"Let him be," Denth snapped. "That will just bring him across my path all the more quickly." He turned away, waving a hand indifferently. Vivenna watched him go, noting the frustration in his step, the curtness of his motions.
"What is wrong with him?" she asked Tonk Fah.
"Tax-or, I guess, Vasher-" Tonk Fah said. "He killed a good friend of ours over in Yarn Dred a couple months back. Denth used to have four people in his team."
"It shouldn't have happened," Jewels said. "Arsteel was a brilliant duelist-almost as good as Denth. Vasher's never been able to beat either of them."
"He used that... sword of his," Tonk Fah grumbled.
"There was no blackness around the wound," Jewels said.
"Then he cut the blackness out," Tonk Fah snapped, watching Denth belt a sword to his waist. "There's no way Vasher beat Arsteel in a fair duel. No way."
"This Vasher," Vivenna found herself saying. "I saw him."
Jewels and Tonk Fah turned sharply.
"He was at the court yesterday," Viven