Contract: The White Lady (notice)

Journal entry

 * Good People,


 * Take pity on the poor lot of us peasants. The fields outside the town are haunted by a wraith somewhat like a maid in appearance, though her visage is ghastly and sullied. You cannot walk within ten spans of the evil and hope to escape alive. It's thus keeping us from harvesting our crops, meaning famine and misery await us if nothing changes. So we plan to hand all our remaining gold to whoever drives this White Lady off or kills her.


 * –Helma, Ignatius' widow.


 * P.S. Since I've not many an inquiry into the matter already, I'll let it be known right here: I'm not interested in remarrying.

Associated quest

 * Contract: The White Lady