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Boss, send us a few more hands, will you? We're awful short of help. Yesterday Dante and Marik went into the woods and never came back. Don't know if they legged it or if something jumped them... But if even half of what I've heard about Velen is true, chances of the latter are mighty high.

No doubt you don't believe those tales... But we found human bones in a firepit. Cut lengthwise, as if to take the marrow out. Cut with a knife, and not a claw, you understand? Connect the dots yourself.

To my reckoning, we should get the blazes out of here soon as possible. I know we're waiting for a new ship, that there's this ploughing treasure... But I'd rather sail out on a barn door and live in poverty than sit in this accursed bog one day longer.