An old farmer stops you.

“Please sirs, a moment,” you hear a weak voice to your left as you're about to go through front door of the inn.

You both stop and turn. An old ragged man that looks to be a farmer is approaching on unsteady feet. He grips an old gnarled cane in one hand that is probably keeping him upright. “Yes?” you answer compassionately.

“Are you going to the haunted mansion? M-my daughter. She's gone...” he chokes back a small sob. “Our cow got loose. My dear girl followed it up the hill towards the mansion. Can you please find her? She's all I have, now.”

This is by far the most pathetic quest you've ever been asked to go on in any in or tavern, ever. You look to Kheden. He gives you a ambivalent shrug.