Ask him about werewolves

You ask him what he knows about the werewolf situation.

The carefree peasant suddenly has a grim expression on his face. He’s playing with his cock, but it goes soft and he rests his hands on his hips.

“Those werewolves, man. No good. They impregnated my wife three times, and the village mages are starting to run out of herbals for their spells to get rid of the demon spawn. I’m actually headed into the big town now to see what they can do to help. We need ritto husk, lemmeopara leaf, and autumn sorrel. Or there’s going to be a much worse werewolf problem down the line, or we might have to all evacuate.”

You note the names of the herbs and thank him for the information. He thanks you, apologizes for the whole rude awakening thing, and carries on down the road in the opposite direction from you.