Finally, the other two frowned and removed their hoods. One was an elderly man with gray hair, the one who had joked earlier.
The other was a robust-looking young man, whose distinguishing feature was that he spoke little, but the expressions on his face were very expressive: right now, he looked worried.
"Did they take him away?" asked the gray-haired old man. "Does anyone harvest rotting bodies?" he joked at the end.
The first man scoffed. "Don't say that, it sounds scary. Although I remember some idiots from the Theocracy doing it."
The gray-haired old man laughed out loud. "Yes, I was referring to them. Although it wouldn't make sense for them to come this far for a measly Death Knight."
"I agree with you," said the investigator, looking at the ground. "But he's not here."
This time the old man didn't joke around. He knew this wasn't the place for jokes. He decided to take a closer look and help the other man with his investigation.
