"Parents was traders 'bout twenty years back, caravan got hit by Legion cause we was sellin' booze, meds, all them things butt-raiders didn't like. I's the only one left, so I grabbed this blade off the one dressed most funny. We was from one of them eighty-six tribes Caesar conquered, so all I could do was head west, warn someone they was comin'. Keep 'em from becomin' tribe eighty-seven, get me some revenge." Jayne turned to Donny and smiled.
"After the Legion left Fort Hill, when we held the Dam, I 'member pissin' where we thought Caesar's tent'd been. Woulda been on his grave, but we reckon they took his body with 'em."