"Ég mun ekki meiða þig." His words spoken soft as he held his hands out. He didn't blame the dog for being weary, he's had to kill a couple in his years when being chased. It didn't always bring the best memories, but he was a better man now. He wished no harm to any, he only killed for food now. He switched back to english as he ran his scarred fingers over the puppy's fluffy head. "That is smart of him, it will take time, but surely he will pick it up."

"I will help with all if you wish, I do not know cotton but it may be nice. The wheat can be planted if we do it soon, if we wait more than two weeks we may as well wait till spring." He admitted. "we may have to anyway." He looked towards Mark's field. "Winter coming, plants die in winter, wheat sleeps, but I do not know. We risk if we plant to soon and turning a field takes time without many hands." he wanted his field though. "Do you have apple seeds?" By the gods he missed heated apples.

He nodded another smile forming. "Yes, it is beautiful how it changes. The first time I grew something it was the best feeling. For one like me who used to destroy so much, to bring life, it was the best feeling." Of course the field had been destroyed by the people who bullied him and Einar but the fact remained. He didn't often talk about his old days of destruction, just that he used to be a warrior and princes guard.