Oh, some of the fishing boats that stopped at Whale Island were full of women, some of whom only liked younger men... So I took them around the village and had them teach me things.

And think, "Right, I met a strange girl in that snow-covered city."

A girl bumped into me in front of the shopping mall.

The victims were women in their 20's attacked in residential areas.

Your typical Solitude wench is like the city itself. Stormy exterior, but ah the charms that lie within...

In Lacehalls. There's this alley, past a gate. Not at all putrid and not a grove. Fools call it that, but I know better.

The Vegelbuds are one of city's most influential families. Somewhat atypical - the women have been in charge for generations.

Around me thundered the noise of the street. In mourning, an image of majestic distress. With dainty fingers lifting the hem of her dress. A stately woman strode by with hurrying feet.

Girl's got her secrets. Just like anybody who means a damn thing in this town.

The evidence is clear! An old woman with the face of a child prowls your city!

Some woman in town's gone mad. First she cut off her hubby's… bait and tackle, then, to spite all members of the uglier sex, she chiseled off Reginald's privates as well!

My client threw a masquerade ball for the city's notables - to lure the vampire out of hiding. I was there, too, disguised. Lemme tell you, never had so much success with the ladies as I did that night.

When Grimvar asks me why women are being killed around the city. I don't even know what to say to him.

This city has a long history of madness and murder. The Wolf Queen... Pelagius... The death of High King Torygg... And now, public executions.