Ah, adventurer! I need your aid in saving the souls of the dead!
I... Pray excuse me. That sounded more dramatic than I intended. My name is Betha, by the way.
You have probably heard how the Empire took great pains to quash the religions of this land, for fear of the appearance of primals. But the imperials even went so far as to forbid the harmless ceremonies folk performed to honor their fallen.
As a result, the Lochs are now haunted by a host of restless shades who were denied their last rites. And sadly, brute force is the only way to banish them.
I spend such spare time as I have sending these spirits on to the next world, but there is only so much one woman can do. Any aid you could offer would be greatly appreciated.
You will find many an unquiet specter roaming the tombs to the northeast. Pray send them on to their final rest.