Several things. [Jesper says with a shrug before holding out his uninked arm. The message was clear: Mal cuts, while he'll talk.]

It's for the Dregs, a gang in Ketterdam. We're family...of sorts. [Some of them were chosen, picked from the streets by Kaz. Others came by sets of circumstances and poor luck.] The letters though--No mourners, no funerals. It's--It's what we say for good luck.

You can't afford funerals, let alone the time to mourn the poor sods that get dragged out...Not in the Barrel.