<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/d8/da/90/d8da90d234be8f4699c282021d71c532.jpg)</div><br/><em>Dice I swear...play nice</em><br/><br/>Jing spoke with them for much of the night even though he was sore and honestly perhaps too tired to have stayed up all the same. He sighed when they finally went to bed but this evening had been worth it. It seemed that if they worked at it a wee bit, they might be able to start sneaking together a 'crew' of their own in case of future incidents or needs.<br/><br/>When he awoke in the morning, he checked in with Myra and let her know of the people he talked to. He pointed them out and gave a brief summary of what they talked about as they made their way up to the deck to check in. However, once they got their jobs, Jing kept his head down for the most part.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Doing mah jerb</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: ShinigamiWolf rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +5<br/>Comment: Riggin<br/>Result: 17, <br/>Total: 17<br/></div></div><br/>Jing took the time during his work to go ahead and try and find out about this Quartermaster he kept hearing so much about.