To the dear men in crappy helms,

I believe it best be brought to attention, that a woman practicing necromancery is lurking about in the midst of Sanctuary. Her name is Scyalla, she originates from some place called the Hullack, and I dare say she has never been kissed before. I, and the elf Mourn, both witnessed her calling forth a soul from some poor unfortunate's ancestry, that she may force it to slay the leader of a pack of goblins. Admittedly, such was not done inside the bounds of Sanctuary, so it can't rightly be called illegal. However, I should think you would be interested in watching her, so that you know who is responsible when children start disappearing from the local orphanage.

Best regards, Montin Pitcher. Oh, if you would like to speak with me, it will have to wait about five darks. Busy, busy, busy, you see.

Tell private Vincent I'll have his necklace ready, eventually.