This shirt was from the House itself," pretty boy said. "You dare to cut it? You mocking House Tarragon?"
Ned glared at the hunter, and it seemed not working. Instead, he seemed to be provoked by it, he was now pointing at Ned with his finger as he shouted. Making sure to attract attention.
What do you want? Ned thought, retracting his eyes going to the emblem embroidered into Hunter's right shoulder. "But," Ned said, begging to sound like a kid to avoid unnecessary events. "Hunter, sir, I don't have any knife. Look." Opening his arms. Don't be an idiot, and move on. Ned thought.
"Well," pretty boy said, snorting. "You might have quick hands—and who invited you here? Outsiders weren't supposed to be here."
The crowd nodded. Not all of them joined to witness the ruckus, but sure they were making quite a scene.
"I was in—"
