Hobb's old pit canary got out. She's flying about up in the Emberfall Caldera, near where the lava comes out of the rock, singing. You won't spot her from far off; listen for her. Bring her down with Hobb's bow and a net arrow, pick her up, and take her back to Hobb in Cinderhold.
Quest item: 
Hobb's Canary
Reward
150 gold, Hobb's Pit Mask (Demolitionist, Bruiser) and XP (
accessory:pit_mask)
Dialogue
Starting it
- “My canary got out. In a mine, that's a bad sign. Outside a mine, it's just rude.”
- “I'd fetch her myself, but me and that bird aren't speaking. Forty years her job was to drop dead before me. She never did. She knows I noticed.”
- “She'll not come down for a whistle. She'll not come down for anybody. So we bring her down. Gently, mind.”
- “Here's my old bow. Don't get attached to it. Like everything else I've got, it's the company's.”
- “And these are net arrows. Hit her with one and she comes down soft, wrapped up like a parcel. Then you pick her up. She'll make out she fainted.”
- “You'll not see her from far off. She's small and yellow and the mountain's big and grey. You'll hear her, though. She never shuts up.”
- “She likes it warm. Last I saw, she was off up the crater road, where the lava comes out of the rock. Mind your feet up there.”
- “And if she's gone quiet when you get there... well. Forty years late. But she got there in the end.”
Talking to them again
- “Hear her yet? Follow the singing. When it's loud enough to get on your nerves, you're close. That's how I found the wife.”
- “Up the crater road, where the lava comes out of the rock. Don't follow her into it. She can fly. You've not shown me that yet.”
Handing it in
- “There she is. Not a feather out of place. A week up by the lava and she still looks better than me.”
- “Thank you. I mean it. Don't tell her I said that. She'll be unbearable.”
- “Here's some coin, and my old pit mask. I wore it for the blasting. Made the bangs feel bigger, somehow.”
- “Back in you go. Same deal as always. You go first.”
After it is done
- “She sings every morning now, right outside my window. That's not gratitude. That's her reminding me she's still winning.”
- “Forty-one years and she still hasn't dropped dead. I've started to think she's waiting on me.”
At the hand-in without the item
- “No bird? She's up by the lava, singing her head off. Forty years she never once sang for me. She was saving it.”
If you lose the item
- “Out of arrows already? Here, six more. She's about the size of a lemon. Aim at the lemon.”
When your bag is full
- “Your bag's full. I'm not having her rattle about in there with your rubbish. She's had a hard enough week.”