There were a couple of things that Ned hated the most: forcing someone to do their biddings, and lying.
Teklavit, the new hand of the Forgotten Pint inn, was both. He was forcing himself to lie, and it seemed that he was enjoying it.
They could fool the others, but not Ned.
It was obvious that he was lying, Ned thought as he watched Teklavit helping the twins with a smile on his face. A smile so forced, yet genuine.
[Does it concern you, Ned?]
No, and I don't want to concern myself. Ned responded.
[Better be.]
[Let your goals be your concerns.]
"I know, I know."
Ned held the meat to his arms and proceeds to served it to the waiting customers.
After an hour of energy-depleting work, and a couple of monstrous roar from the owner, Ned and the rest took their time to form a circle in the middle of the shop and sat while Master Claire was plastering a smile.
"That was the best so far."
