Newt was, luckily, decent at this. Which was a good thing.

Yeah, and it was a good thing he had managed to keep his mouth shut this long

But the moment someone asked babout something....oh dear.

Yeah. That would be bad. Luckily, the servants don't really talk to each other much while they worked

Newt didn't mind too much about not talking.

What he did mind was that he was alreayd hot.

The servants wore short sleeves for thay reason, finding that long sleeves didn't help much. A hoodie, no less, and he was probably sweating up a storm by now

Excpet if he took it off, that meant sunburns. Even worse. He'd rather sweat then burn. At least with sweat you could wash it off.

Not that his legs were doing better. He'd worn shorts, which meant that his legs were both sweaty, burning, and dirty. Not the best combo.

Definitely not. The workers might have made fun of him if they weren't in the same boat, sweaty and dirty.

It was barely a few hours in and Newt alreayd looked a little.....Well, most of his friends probably would be takign photos since Newt wasn't really an outdoors person.

A few began to snicker but nothing more than that