Frithgar looks up at Hrothgar, still openly grieving the loss of his four-legged friends.
"I offered you a roof over your heads for the night, out of kindness, so that he might be spared the swine's fear and hatred," the farmer retorts indignantly, gesturing to Calix, "and you repay it with suspicion and threats? This land was of little value and I have made something of it by virtue of my own hard work. Now that there are benefits to reap, the ealdorman wants an excuse to reclaim it."
Frithgar shakes his head and slowly pushes himself to his feet, standing in front of Hrothgar to look the giant of a man in the eye.
"You defended my family tonight and for that I am grateful, but do not offer help with one hand and threaten violence with the other. Especially not in front of my wife and daughter. Help, or leave."