Sudden anger twists her features. "Jonas. Him and his harriers --"

She frees her hand from beneath the blanket and spreads her fingers wide, angling it to show him the web between thumb and forefinger. "--they'd tattoos, there. Their sigul; a blue coffin. Called themselves the Big Coffin Hunters, they did, and swaggered about as sheriffs, but they were naught but murderers and killers. Farson's men."