I am indeed the Sayer you speak of. Raganfrid sent you my way, you say?
Forename, was it? So you're the lad we have to thank for savin' Wercrata? I can tell you've more fire in your belly than this entire village.
Perhaps you'll be able to see that I'm not as crazy as these buggers think me.
Ala Gannha owes everythin' to the quarry. The stones we extracted were solid and pleasin' on the eye to boot. We even supplied the stone used to build the palace; ah, those were the days...
It was the imperial invasion that changed everythin'. Those bastards thought stone structures barbaric, favorin' their cold, tasteless metallic buildin's instead. They say they look “civilized”─don't make me laugh!
The final blow to our way of life came when Garlemald began recruitin' our youth for their own army; we lost just as many to the rebel cause. With no one left to tend to the quarry, it slowly fell into ruin and is now overrun with beasts.
The few of us that remain have been left to eke out a living using any means we can. I swear on Rhalgr's very name, if we could just take back the Sleeping Stones, this whole village would brim with vitality again.
I just need somethin' that proves the beasts are gone from the quarry. Then the villagers would surely see fit to help me restore it to its former glory!
I know this is a lot to ask of a complete stranger, but it's not as if I'm spoiled for choice right now─would you be able to rid the quarry of those damn monsters and bring me back two urolith soulstones?
I'll forever be in your debt.