Bad news from the patrols.

After you tore up the undead 'round Havenjark Farm things were quiet, but they've come back. Laborers out there planting seedlings saw it.

They saw somebody gathering body parts and raising new zombies, so they ran. Don't blame 'em!

Player: "They're just farmers."

I thought the undead were leftovers from the Cataclysm, but it seems the farm manager's making them.

Must've been doing it when he was alive, for cheap labor, and never stopped. Horrible!

And if he keeps it up, we'll never rid the place of zombies.

Player: "Blast."

All this fertile land belongs to the living! It's time to lay Havenjark Farm's dead to rest for good.

Player, I think Supervisor Squiller needs to return to the Aether--a release from his torments.

Preferably with extreme prejudice.

Player: Accept.

Supervisor Squiller patrols Havenjark Farm, watching his laborers. He could be anywhere.

The zombies are pretty busy again, so stay alert.

Lady Lumiel's wisdom guide you.

Player: "For Asmodae!"

Squiller. What a monster! He must have been doing this even before the Fall!

'Til he's gone those poor wretches will just keep slaving away forever, so I really hope you have good news.

Player: "Oh, I do."

Amazing! You realize what you've done? You've ended a thousand-year curse!

All that's left is to put down his miserable laborers and start planting! The cultivation project has a real chance of success.

It's all due to you, Player. When Brusthonin's green again, they'll still tell your tale.