The farmer looks up from the minor wagon repair he's doing, wiping his brow as he looks Egon over. He himself is in his 30s, perhaps, and a rugged, rough-handed, finely-dusted handsomeness that comes from being a dedicated farmer. Sweat sparkles across his dark complexion.

"Yeah, I do. Your clothes're pretty new. I take it you're not used to this kinda work?"