Old farmers have no need for carts

If this farmer is old, like Harbin suggested, he won’t be working the field any more. So if won’t be producing food any more, he will not likely have need of a cart any longer.

You drive with Aegis to the edge of the village and head to the lonely house a little out of the way. As you drive up to the house, you see the old farmer on his porch. He is quite a bit older than Murt and has lost nearly all the hair on his wrinkled head.
When he sees you, he quickly grabs hit pitchfork and calls out to you.

“You there, why are ye on my farm?” The old man calls out.

You get off Aegis and walk up to the man.

“Good morning, sir. My name is Sabine, I am a sister of the Burning Rose.” You politely introduce yourself.

The farmer angrily stomps his pitchfork on the ground and replies. “I don’t care if you’re a member of the Sprouting Sapling or the Rotting Oak. This farm is mine and you are not welcome here.”

Oh great, this farmer is a bitter old man. This is going to be fun.

You keep your composure and reply with a smile “I am in need of a cart, good sir. I was told you have one so I figured that maybe I could buy it.”

“Well you figured wrong.” He says. “Now bugger off.”

“Maybe just a loan?” You ask. “If I could just use it for one day, that would be wonderful. I’m even willing to pay just for letting me use it this one day.”

Upon the mention of a payment, the old farmer raises an eyebrow.
“Payment ey?” He says as he ogles your body. His eyes rest on your bosom as he licks his lips.