Arthur stood over the body of Jonas, his eyes hung low beneath heavy brows, his arms lay limp at his sides as he stared at the headless corpse below him. The stone floor beneath them was stained dark with blood that had pooled and begun to congeal around the severed neck, a sight that Arthur knew would haunt his dreams for years to come.
He did not know Jonas long but he knew him long enough to recognize the man's worth. Jonas had always worn a smile on his face, the expression seeming almost out of place on his rugged features. Despite his large and rough, even intimidating exterior, with shoulders broad as an ox and hands that could crush stone, Jonas had been just a big teddy bear at heart.
