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[inthetower]

He'd promised Jon's head would be kept safe and out of sight

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There's a small alarm that sounds at an unexpected arrival when Some appears in one of the Antechambers of Rassilon. The Grue is drenched to the skin, his visor hanging from a cord around his neck and his arms wrapped tightly around a large package, tightly wrapped in black plastic and duct tape, almost as big as his torso. He groans through his teeth, ears ringing from the sudden pressure change, and falls to his knees, wracked by cramps.

"Jon," he murmurs to no one, gasping for breath and getting the Carpet of Rassilon all wet. "I'm finding you..."

[inthetower]

The alarm, of course, brings Rassilon himself to said location in very short order.

"Good grief... Some...." He dims the lights somewhat. "Let's get you somewhere warm...."