The group makes their way down to the south side of the docks and out along the southern jetty to a small, wooden-walled building. The front door is open. Inside is a small reception area with a second doorway leading further into the building blocked off by a curtain. The reception area is empty, but muffled voices can be heard from the back room.
"...for bringing 'em in. We always get a few more stiffs 'round the full moon."
The curtain parts and three men walk through. Two are junior guards; the third is barechested and dressed in overalls. He must be the undertaker.
"You've sent over to his family, yep? Well, then, everything should be in order. Ya'll come back now, ya here?" The undertaker smiles and waves as the two guards head out, both looking rather uncomfortable. The man then turns to the group. "Now, what kin I do ye for? Are ya pickin' up or droppin' off?"