Luckily, she doesn't need to come up with one

"Um..." Hilda stammers as she tries to think of, well, anything at this point.

They're still totally lost, and now much worse for wear.

"I... well..." The increasingly timid knight mumbles as she meekly pulls her tattered shirt down to try to cover her lower body, swaying back and forth like an indecisive toddler.

And then, as if the gods themselves felt pity for poor Hilda, a low rumbling started to fill the air.

Both women stop what they're doing and turn, looking down the road as the sound grows louder, and a big, rickety ox-drawn cart comes into view.

Sitting atop it is an exhausted-looking farmer. A straw hat covering up much of her blonde hair.

Hilda freezes as she contemplates the potential threat this newcomer might pose. She's about to open her mouth to speak when Victoria rushes past her, flailing her arms and shouting to the driver.

"Help! We're lost! We'll give you whatever you want! Just take us to town!" Victoria yells, her frayed and tattered dress dragging along the dirty ground.

Hilda sighs as her traveling companion rushes up to the wagon once it stops.

The farmer just looks at the two frazzled women and smiles from ear to ear.