"Well, in Derven, brush tigers run bountifully in the forest," Mora lets her eyes fall from James down to her hand as she begins to adjust the supple leather around each of her fingers, one at a time, "they earned the name because they bury their bodies deep within the brush thickets, to where they are impossible to get at. There used to be so many of them that they would come out during the day to kill the children playing in the villages. The men of Derven, like all men-with their unloving, cruel solutions," her eyes flicker briefly to Rick, "thought the best way to solve the problem was...