It's very late in the day. I'm in the town of Budgeford, where Odovacar Bolger is trying to entice me into dealing with a Black Rider problem he's having. Apparently his farmhands spotted a rider prowling around his lands last night.
Odovacar explains, "Yes. See, I've been thinking of selling this property to Lotho Sackville-Baggins. And now that Black Riders are showing up I'm even more keen to move. But I'd like you to check it out for me."
I look uneasily over to where he said the rider appeared. "I'll bet you would. Look, you've got the wrong girl. If you have a musical problem, I can help. Need a poem? I'm here for you. Robbers? Bears? Spiders? I can solve those too, although I'll complain about it. But Black Riders are way out of my league. If you want help, you should ask...," I trail off for a second. "You know, I don't even know who you'd ask about this. Elves I guess? But then you'd have an Elf problem, and they're almost as bad."
"Look", Odo says in a slightly panicked voice, "Just keep a look-out during the night and see what shows up, okay?"
"Fine. But if it's really a Black Rider I'll probably just run away and not come back."
"What good does that do me?" Odo says, exasperated.
I fold my arms. "What's the job pay?"
"Would you like to shop around and see if you can find someone else willing to face Black Riders for 90 coppers? I'm willing to wait."
"Fine!" he says in a huff.
So, now I just have to wait for night to fall and see if our Rider shows up.