The Haunting of Aliattan Anderson

<The man's eyes widen as you approach, his breath catching for a moment. Then, he exhales sharply and begins to shake.>

You... help. I need help. She is... everywhere. And yet nowhere! By all that is holy, I... just want her gone! Please...

<He lifts a shaky finger and points towards the forest.>

I don't want to... dance their dance, or join them in their... their... circles. Their dark circles, their deathly shade... Please! To the southwest, near th... the town of Greyshire, where I last camped, that's where this all started! I left... I left my journal out there. Please inspect the campsite, get my journal, and bring it to the Pellars of Wolfswood. They... they must have some idea... I need help, I can't go on like this...

I see discouragement and concern on your face, <name>. What ails you so?

It has been many a moon since I heard the Widows take such a damning interest in a young man like this. A fate I do not envy. We, the Pellars, faithfully serve the good folk of this land. I will lend my knowledge if you will only listen.