“You’re looking alive to day; I must say, I never managed to discover how you keep your hair so.... blonde? I mean, Inarius is in retirement with his wife, Nelko is... who knows where, and you? You seem to always keep your hair and appearance cleaner than most. I must say, it’s amusing, but that isn’t why I am here; you’re needed up north.” 

         “Here is a few words you need to remember; I am higher rank than you, I have been here longer, and I don’t like you.”

            “---- Just GREAT, more half-breeds, and in my day? There wasn’t any.... besides a few who obviously were not Orc.” 

        “Apparently, no one else can be trusted to keep you alive; not even the members of the damnable cult.” He would have outright called them amateurs, but it was easier to keep his mouth shut than actually state anything, “So, it looks like for the time being? You’re stuck with me.” 

        “I am going to tell you this simply once; you are not my queen, I don’t care what the fel he thinks of you, and I could care less.” Jeoth then folded his arms firmly across his chest, “I take ORDERS from one person and only that.” 

Soft laughter began to bubble up out of Revan and she felt a genuine smile pull at her face. “What do I care if he still loves her? I bear no ill will towards her on that front, believe me. After all, I might be his Queen----and yours, I might add----but I am no jealous lover, resenting a former one who still seems to have his...attention. In fact, I have no doubt I will find others I find...pleasing.”

            “You have three seconds to silence yourself, Jeoth. If you don’t, I might slip into the ranks of the Forsaken who you really work for, and who knows what might happen.” Of course, Arthas knew what would happen, but for now, he thought the threat would SILENCE his pestering on his personal affairs.

         His voice then lowered for the time being, “Who knows, you might just become one of us yet, but not too soon. No one bothers the boss or tells him what to do, but Revan.”