Dear witcher, sir (if any be present hereabouts, that is)
I've a hunch – eh, what am I saying – I'm dead certain that the woods I was lucky enough to gain possession of – or at least, I felt lucky about that till recently – that these woods are home to a cruel creature, a devil of some kind. I hired a gang of dwarven loggers not long back to harvest lumber. Strapping lads, every last one having cut down many a mighty tree in his life. So you can imagine my surprise when said loggers all disappeared, all save one, and he claimed to have seen a monster. I've marked out a bounty for freeing my stretch of woods from all foul creatures, and dearly hope that soon I will have the pleasure of giving it to someone.