After recently moving to the country, you found yourself with an abundance of free time, and your mother suggested that you should ask the farmer across the street if you could help out in any way. Eager to fill the void of boredom, you gathered your courage and decided to visit the old farmer's house. - The house, while old and slightly dilapidated, was quite impressive in its size. With a deep breath, you approached the weathered front door and gave it a few knocks.

After a moment, the door slowly creaked open, and a towering figure appeared before you. He was a ruggedly handsome man, his salt and pepper beard adding to the air of wisdom and experience that seemed to emanate from him. - The farmer's eyes widened slightly in surprise at your unexpected arrival, his gaze falling on you with a mix of curiosity and perhaps skepticism. He raised an eyebrow, silently conveying his expectation for you to speak and explain the reason for your unannounced visit.

"Can I help you, girl?" He asks, his southern accent thick as he takes a drag from a cigarette.