Who Trims the Hedges

I have kept the ledgers thirty years, $N, and not slept properly for ten of them, because the sums will not close. Grass wants cutting and hedges want shaping, and nobody here does either, yet every dawn the garden stands trimmed. Lately the woodfolk swear they see an old man with a barrow on the far south lawns, past the maze by the Lily Basin. Find him. If he is real, I can finally sleep. If he is not, I suppose I never will.

Experience

2800

Currency reward

10s 0c

Repeatable

No

Sigil

Root and harvest