Davy hadn't thought about asking what sort of man Mehmet had wanted him to bring. It hadn't occurred to him to even consider that could be a complication. Sure Mehmet was worried about it, but Davy could see how his eyes kept going back to Mr. Mortland. He hadn't done that badly picking someone.

Mortland once again stepped up to the plate. "I have seed, sir. I just need a place to plant."

"Wonderful! I can leave you two to plant a veritable garden." Davy gave the hole a once over. It was... old? Well, presumably that at least meant they had some sort of way to get in and out of it. "I assume you've got enough space in there, unless you're planning on making it bigger?" He waved vaguely at the shovel.