There's a stack of logs to one side, broken down into fireplace size though not split. Not yet. He's just focusing on breaking down the larger trees he's brought back from further out to the North. Working hard to provide wood for himself, for the bakery and the forge. All that he can. Work and try and focus.

Glancing up with a quick startle at the sound of a voice, and then chuckling when he saw Foggy and the animals.

"You are a man that would be revered in my time. A man that returns horses is appreciated." And not murdered because of it. "You're a good man to make that hike for us and help."