"You could say that. Though the ones at the top prefer 'crime syndicate'. Makes them sound more legitimate. As much as a bunch of casteless surfacers can sound, anyway." She pauses as she hears a twig snap, balling her hand into a fist and hiding it behind her back in case the glow of the anchor had drawn in enemies, but a second later an owl takes flight through the trees and she laughs in relief. "That's all gone since I got this thing, though." She gestures to the mark. "Now I run with the Inquisition."