Vogg just looked at him again, but didn’t say anything. He did, however, heed Edwyns words and slowed down a little bit, chewing more carefully than he had before. Edwyn was a puzzle to him. A foreign man who clearly knew his native tongue, a man who dressed like a nobleman, but certainly didn’t act like one. A man who was generous, and so clearly packing a thing of food for Vogg to take with him.
“I wont,” Vogg said softly, and that was mostly true. They had been rationed during winters before, and Vogg knew the scarcity of food. He blinked at him a few times before finally speaking, “Is this your castle?”