The old man was sitting in his poorly painted stand as he looked at the young male, a small grin he had at first, to a flat expression at last. "If I knew, I'd tell you. But there are some things I do not even know... Why not... look around..." The old man tilted his crooked glasses, one of the lens completely shattered. He was hunch forward a bit as he adjusted his glasses, his hands had long finger nails that seemed to have had burns. 

The burns were probably from when he was younger for they were not red with irritation or deterioration. Though his left ear did look recently cut. Such small details left an air of mystery to what kind of life the man lives. On his right ring finger, there was a small opal gem on a bronze ring, it looked somewhat dirty as if it survived a war. Due to the dullness, it seemed to be quite old. 

Behind him was a small house; a shack really that was barren of color, the structure slightly crooked by the slanted windows, inside there was a large pot that had something boiling; probably the man's breakfast and lunch to even his dinner.  To the side of that was a small cot, the sheets looked neatly folded into a triangular pattern; it was more of a glorified napkin in terms of neatness. 

To the side, was the orange road, probably due to vegetation, or simply the landscape. Either way, the wind carried the grain and dust across as the man's grey hair blew to the side, showing Hylian ears. On his right eyebrow, there was a scar that was vertical. It was a deep scar at that. 

His outfit consisted of what looked like rags stitched together; neatly at that. 

Whatever the man's tale was, he had an assumed harsh one that not even casual qualities could hide.

"Hmm... Try the main road... To the right of me..." He said with a slightly deeper tone. 
It could be assumed he was irritated, tired, or even just bored. 

"Though... I say pinch in whatever you can, you're life is surely worth more than sixty green ruppies. But I'll let you be the judge of that... On you go." He said dismissively.