No

Screw this; you're not in the mood to be attacked by bandits or monsters. You just keep moving down the trail.

After hours and hours of seeing nothing but hills and grass, you see yet another figure on the horizon. This one isn't hidden by the sun, however, so you can clearly see its form. It appears to be a man on a horse, wielding a spear, although the distance makes the details blurry.

All of a sudden, as you are debating with yourself on whether or not you should approach the warrior, his horse turns and runs toward you.