The—the what?" Scarper says.
"The horse-thing's rider," you say. "The saddle—"
"I don't care!" Scarper shouts out the window. "You were supposed to figure out how to help Clay," Scarper yells. "You already let Black Tarn kill that trucker, which I'm going to be dealing with for weeks. And now I hear you've been wandering around town asking people about a…a saddle? You could not be more useless. Get in the damn van. We need to start fixing everything you did last night."