Lirael backed up a step, her face a mask of confusion. That was no charter mark she knew. Of course, she didn't claim to know every charter mark, but she'd never heard of combinations of numbers used in such a way. "What are you?" she asked. Bearing a false charter mark was a crime--worse, it was only done by the powerful and usually depraved. But he couldn't be attempting to pass that as a charter mark, could he? "Is that supposed to be a joke?"
Her hand dropped to her bandolier, fingers readied over one the second largest bell.