Jing raised his brow as he was dragged down from his job only to hear he was going to be chasing rats. This had to be some kind of racial slur...not that rats weren't tasty if cooked properly. He wasn't about to bother trying to 'prove' himself to Scourge. "<strong>Sure sure, not too difficult</strong>" he said before turning on his heel and heading straight to Quartermaster.<br/><br/>He smiled as he waited for Myra before opening the door and slipping inside. Her reply was not really that surprising but honestly, he wasn't interested in putting his hands in easy reach of rat mouths.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: ShinigamiWolf rolled: 1d20, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment: Rather not stab everything with merely a dagger.<br/>Result: 17, <br/>Total: 21<br/></div></div><br/>Jing smiled as he leaned on her table "<strong>Look, I get that Scourge isn't too keen on us but a dagger and a club? That's just asking to get bit, if we get bit then you have to dish out bandages and besides if we use the weapons isn't it a great way to make someone else have to clean em afterwards...you know work you'd rather not do?</strong>" he said purring a bit with his voice.<br/><strong>"I mean, I'm not gonna say no to a couple of throwing dagger and maybe a lengthy blade, something whippy that you can dance with.</strong>" he said grinning.