"Wagons aren't really my thing."

Hilda ignores her request and continue on your way.

I'm a knight, not a common laborer. Manual work like this is below my station, and a filthy peasant as old as her should know that. Besides, there's a small village not more than half a day's walk from here. She can go get her own help, or wait for someone else to come by.

Hilda's helmet prevents her from seeing the wild gestures the old witch makes in her direction, and the loud 'clanking' noises her armor makes when she walks completely masks the sound of her voice as she mutters the following:

"You must obey without a care...

...until all your flaws are laid bare..."