D:This place hath nothing of value for you to steal.
G: I'm more interested in those papers of yours ... if they can tell me anything about a ... a crone that talks to statues.
D: Thou hast seen the Hag?
G: Not just seen, she tried to kill me, but I hear you've been trailing her for years.
D: Yea, I have followed her trail, but it hath not been clear, I even doubted anon that her crimes were more than my own imaginings, but that thou hast seen her as well ... 'Twas in my boyhood, in the orphanage known as the Shalebridge Cradle that I spied her. I didst play at a game with mine friend, and was hidden, and mine friend sought me, then a hag, an bent an evil apparition came from the darkness ... near enought to touch, my friend didst scream, but I was a child, and afraid ... and then, twas over. The orphanage grew a dark and haunted place, and now none dare enter. When came I to my manhood, and was saved by the order of the Hammer, I sought the hag again. The Hag wears death upon her as a cloak, some who meet her vanish, others with bloody work put upon their bodies, [something] told of creatures made of stone, and ever, the tale of a hag, a bent old woman, ever old, but growing no older, in a span that hath taken me from boyhood to mine own age.
G: Can you tell me where to find her?
D: She finds her prey now in Auldale, but 'twas in Shalebridge her murders didst begin. Seekest thou a start upon her trail there, tis the only place I e'er spied her for certain ... but I dare not ever return to that place.
G: Well, it's a good place to start looking. I have no interest in being the latest in her string of murders.