“And that makes it right?” he asked one more time before taking a draught of his drink before sputtering, glaring at it suspiciously before casting a glance at Joryl, who was currently on the far side of the empty tavern floor, whistling innocently as he continued cleaning. Turning back to Shortbeak, he found she was still struggling to come up with an excuse. He let out a breath. “Well, seems the first thing I need to teach you is proper ethics and reasoning.”