I can't wait to wrap my hands around the neck of that witch!!!

Ahhh! Filthy witch! I'll wear her bones in my beard! I'll bathe in her tears!

You have honor, %PCName. I am a man of standing among my people. My father and my father's father, and his father before him, have had songs sung of their deeds, and I shall be no different. I distrust potions in general, but bring me one from a reputable alchemist, release me from this bondage, and I will reward you. Then I shall cleave that whore in twain!

You've a spell to cure this malady? If this is a trick, stranger, yours will be the second neck I snap. Never mind. Go ahead with your spell...I couldn't be worse off than I am now. Treat me fairly, %PCName, and I will reward you. Hisin Deep-Raed shall have his revenge!

Bah! I'll rid myself of this disease through sheer force of will! You'd best be going stranger, for when I break free, I'll want to test the blade of my axe, and your neck will work just fine.

Aye. A foul witch has given me some enchanted disease, leaving me rooted to this spot. She called it Witchwither. Foul temptress! I had been her escort; she was a big woman, friendly...you know. Then the damned witch ensorcelled me, leaving me at this spot, nearly naked, to display my shame to the world! Hisin Deep-Raed is not accustomed to being mocked, stranger! I shall paint the ground with her entrails!