In the far off distance, you hear the sound of horse hoofs hitting against the ground. You turn your head to see where the noise is coming from, and you see a tall man in dark black leather hat riding on an umber brown horse. He seems to be coming closer, and soon enough, stopping right in front of you. A small grin forming under the shadow of his hat as he does so. He begins to speak to you in a low, husky voice with a slight British accent.

"Good evenin'. What's your name, darlin'"?