Jing shook his head and looked at Myra and shrugged as one good punch and a bit of confusion managed to sort this out. He sighed "<strong>Really....one punch?</strong>" he said looking most disappointed.<br/><br/>He made it to deck and stood there mostly ignoring Scourge, only showing interest to offer his presence before going on to do his job.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Jerb roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: ShinigamiWolf rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +5<br/>Comment: Doing my jerb<br/>Result: 20, <br/>Total: 20<br/></div></div><br/>He did the job requested, relaxing for the most part while he did it but making small talk with whomever came close.<br/><br/>(<em>I didn't see a list of people to talk to, Jing would probably talk to Sandara if he could but otherwise any female within reach would be his gut reaction. Actually, I take that back if possible he'd talk to the quartermaster as he seems to be missing his favorite sword.</em>)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Influence</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: ShinigamiWolf rolled: 1d20, modifying each die by +4<br/>Comment: Diplomacy check<br/>Result: 10, <br/>Total: 10<br/></div></div>