She guesses a name

"Castle... Anthrax?" The witch says, as sweat beads down her brow.

Hunk's companion looks the witch over, her eyes squinting. "...ok."

The witch visibly calms down, while Hunk busies himself with the wagon wheel. He's a nobleman and normally doesn't lower himself to such low-brow commoner work, but he's willing to make an exception in this case.

"Hilda, what should we do?" Sally asks as she and her mistress continue to hide.

The naked knight is breathing hard, frozen in fear. She can't let the witch hurt them, but at the same time, she can't let Hunk see her. Not like this.

"Hilda?" Sally asks again, the worry obvious in her tone.

Hunk grunts and groans as he struggles to secure the wheel. It's hard work, and he isn't dressed for the task.

"Do... uh... do you ladies mind?" He nervously asks as he starts to remove his hot, bulky, cumbersome armor.

"N-not at all!" Hunk's companion and the witch both say simultaneously.

"Thanks," the baron says as he slowly strips to the waist, to every else's approval.

"Oh my!" Hilda gasps as she drinks in his sweaty, glistening form, his shredded abs and impressive muscles visible even to her from this distance.

Even Sally gasps and starts to fan herself. "Wow..." she whispers under her breath. "No wonder mistress wrote about him."

The now bare-chested Hunk spends another twenty minutes struggling to get the wheel back on. He probably would have been done sooner, if he wasn't getting some deliberately bad advice given to him by both the witch AND his traveling companion (they're both enjoying the view too much to let this end early).

"Ok... finished," Hunk says after the wheel is finally re-attached. He wipes the sweat from his brow and sighs.

"Thank you, good sir," the witch says, a grin on her face. "You have done a great deed today, and deserve a reward..."