Krassus bared his teeth (some of them missing) in a crooked smile. "The Gravedigger digs for us all," he said, repeating the mantra from the Book of the Dead. Gregor nodded and was about to ask more questions when he heard Loka call to him from the carriage window. "That your wife, friend? Don't want to let her see this, I reckon," Krassus murmured as he leaned in towards Gregor. The inquisitor chuckled and returned: "Thoughtful of you, Krassus. No, she's my apprentice. I think she should come and see this, actually." 

Gregor looked over his shoulder and beckoned for Loka to join them. "This is our line of work," Gregor whispered as he turned back to Krassus. "The lord of Doloureux sent us." He left no window for the gravedigger to question the lie and continued: "What were you planning on doing with those pitchforks? Were you going to hunt the beast down? Do you know who it is or where it makes its lair?" 

Taken aback, Krassus merely shook his head. "It's in the woods... somewhere," he added meekly. 

"Pity."