[For someone whose room fits him a tad too well, Jones attempts to refrain from commenting on the decor. Even if Sylvanas wouldn't understand his words, she might have a guess at his tone. Perhaps she even likes this.
With a grunt - and wishing he had the words to express his feelings at the moment - he hands her the box.
Inside of which is a bloodied lock of Arthas' hair, pulled from his corpse while it was still warm. The head's long gone; disappeared when the man came back to his senses. But this remained, and it's this token he offers the dark lady now.]
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Date: 2013-12-08 03:49 am (UTC)With a grunt - and wishing he had the words to express his feelings at the moment - he hands her the box.
Inside of which is a bloodied lock of Arthas' hair, pulled from his corpse while it was still warm. The head's long gone; disappeared when the man came back to his senses. But this remained, and it's this token he offers the dark lady now.]