Jayce cradled his arm as he walked Vincenta's office, wondering whether he was cut out for this. He stopped for a moment, before continuing, faster and with more purpose. He knew he was cut out for this, this was what he was meant to do. He tapped on the door of the office, wincing as he realized he used his possibly broken arm to rap on the door. "Alvin told me to get some papers..." Jayce stammered out...