Primus Pifferdoo, First of his Name, nearly choked on the ash as his long cloak whipped through the air. My my, that is annoying how the damnation thing pulls me off balance in the wind. This newfound gift of flight had occupied the man for some time after Rashek's Ascension. The gifts given by Steel and Iron seemed the most intriguing to Primus, and already he was devising some sort of method to travel freely between cities. Maybe carrying metal spikes to Shoot into the ground, then Recalling them after - no, they would have to be some permanent fixture. If there were mineral deposits along the roads - no, we wouldn't be that lucky. Hmm...
An hour of thought later, Primus Pifferdoo found himself on the tallest tower of his "keep": an abandoned church of Kilvaros, God of Rivers and Life. Rashek, in his sudden Holiness, had banned the practice of other religions. Primus had been one of the last preachers of Kilvaros, and as a result could not bring himself to abandon his faith so freely. He fingered at the bottle of river water he kept tied to a rope around his neck. My cousins of the faith have already started convincing the few rivermen left to move into the city. Once my people are here, they can begin building vessels on which to seize control of the waterways. Primus wringed his hands. There was so much work to be done.
A day later, Primus Pifferdoo was Shooting and Recalling nails when he realized something. In this new world of Allomancy, my blood will soon become the most valuable commodity. "However elevated we may be, Rashek, we have sunk farther than you may imagine." Primus muttered to himself. That being said, an heir would be more useful in the long run than any trading company or business deal. A bond in blood will only secure alliances for the future, and insure the survival of my family, and ultimately, my faith.