Jarod went down back to the deck, only to be forced into one of two lines. This was familiar, he'd seen soldiers act this way during some morning when he was awake. It was a relief that no one really got lashed and the captain's bark was worse than his bite (<em>at least this time</em>), Jarod wasn't sure if he could stand hearing the screams of someone as they got lashed and flogged, he'd heard stories of such treatment and none of them were pretty.<br/><br/>Holystones seemed to be about as accurate of calling the blocks as saying a rock was an egg. He began work, going as fast as he needed to avoid getting attention, but no faster, his soft hands weren't cut out for such work and he could use some gloves. He was in no mood to hum or sing, to try and keep himself occupied.<br/><br/>(<em>Action: Sneak (<sub>got a good result it seems</sub>) , Con check: 19 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46872), Perception (<sub>Exploring</sub>): 18 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46873)</em>)