"Dead men tell no tales and necromancers are bad luck. Meet me at the Scroll with cash in hand, and I’ll pass off a trinket that solves the former problem without causing the latter."
Jones has long, black dreadlocks, ice-blue eyes and a lithe body given to flamboyant gestures. He usually brings a bit of good rope, a large knife and a smoking pipe (for idle moments) with him to any job. He’s 22 years old.
His Nimbus appears as a momentary visual sharpening or accentuation of his physical presence, as if he carried a great weight of importance.