Sascha at ye cemetery

Sascha travels to the local cemetery and seeks out the undertaker.

The cemetery occupies the space of two city blocks. It follows the Morrowan tradition of underground burials with tombstones. The duke's family mausoleum is a notable site, covered in complex warding runes to keep spiteful spirits at bay. The oldest gravestones are written in an unrecognisable language. Then they progress to Caspian, and then more to Llaelese as the years pass.

You find the undertaker. He is a younger man, perhaps almost twenty. He almost looks like he crawled out of a grave himself. Clammy skin, thinning hair, and boils on the left side of his face. His black robe is tattered and mud stained. He carries a shovel over a shoulder, but has no real visible weapon.

I am here in need of some pine boxes, you can provide yes?

The man gains an annoyed expression when approached by Sascha.

"Why hello! My name is Alexi! What a pleasure to meet such a polite gentleman!"

Yes I can see why you choose this line of work. Perhaps I can explain better. There are those I know who are dead and I will burry them with the dignity the deserve. To do this I will be needing coffins and I expect you will have some. Is this something you can be assisting with?

Alexi picks at a boil.

"Does an undertaker have coffins?" He loudly scoffs. "How many? How tall?"

4 boxes 6 feet is safe

"They are ten gold each. Bring your wagon to the southern storage house. You have a wagon right?"

Three of these people I am not liking so much, I will be instead taking some burial shrouds. For 10 gold I will have one box delivered to the arcane guildhouse. It has been pleasurable to do business today.

"I will deliver it the next time I go out into the city. Warn the children."

*He turns and walks off.*

*Sascha returns to the undertakers place thing a few days later. He bangs on the door with obvious signs of anger.*

*The door of the dilapidated stone building swings open a little when knocked on. The interior is dark.*

Alexi! Where are you hiding scoundrel?

*The is the sound of echoing footsteps followed by a loud clank and Alexi steps up to the door. He smells of mold and is covered in sweat and dirt.*

"Oh its you..."

*He frowns.*