Sheep are nice, a little boring. Until the wolves come.

[ He nods, he gets it. There are bad and good days on the farm, and there were lots of wolves in the North. ]

That's nice of you. There's not a lot of people who want to keep doing things like that after they decide they can just hand them off to thralls. [ he considers this and then decides: ] I would like to join you, if you'd have me. You'll have to taste whatever we come up with, though. And be honest!