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#91
OOC: Charon isn't actually expecting the corpse to talk to him (although sometimes the really fresh ones do). His conversation will be a bit one-sided and performed with blades. He will, during the course of chopping up the corpse so that it burns faster, inspect the body for any possible clues. Charon is looking for anything that might let him know how, when, and where it died. Also,  he would be looking for any specific identifying marks, such as tatoos, scars or birthmarks.
#92
The scent of death and blood coming from within the opened sack didn't bother Charon, but the stench of the half-orc on the other side of the room was nauseating. He never cared much for the various odors emitted by the living, nor for the perfumes often used to cover them up. It was one of the things that made it hard for Charon to get close to the living, and even though this brute was on the other side of the room, he still felt too close.

Charon carefully cut away the leather sack with a heavy scalpel. Others might have been shocked at what was inside, Charon was excited. He didn't often get an opportunity to work with such an unusual creature. It is too bad he had to rush.

Charon began his work. He carefully, almost lovingly, laid the body out upon the table. He moved his face in close to the centaur's head. Charon's lips brushed against the corpse's ear. "So, what secrets do you have to share with me today, my friend?" he whispered.

The half-orc twisted uncomfortably in his seat. "What ... what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm simply comforting this poor soul." Charon reached over and grabbed a large serrated dismembering blade. "When one comes to an ... untimely end sometimes the soul is left restless." Charon held the wide blade up and inspected it for sharpness. "We wouldn't want his unhappy spirit coming back to haunt us now, would we?" said Charon, lowering the blade just enough to glance over it at the half-orc.

The brute just grunted as if he understood.

Charon nestled his head back into the centaur's ear and whispered, "Now, let's talk about what really happened to you, friend".
#93
Charon began to lay out his disecting blades, bone cutters, and saws.

"I'll be as fast as I can. Though it looks like this was one big ... elf.  I'm going to have to really chop him up if you expect it to be incinerated by dawn."

He waited for the half-orcs reaction his words. Was the brute going to let him remove the body from the bag, or would Charon need to get creative?
#94
Half-Orcs. Big ones! Now Charon was sure that if he made one wrong move he would end up in the furnace as well. He made sure that the door to the room was closed and secured. He turned his back to the door, took a deep breath and surveyed the room.
#95
Charon had feared this day would come. There were a lot of questionable activities done in the mortician business, but until today he had never actually participated in any of it.

"I will meet you in the morgue, Eril. I'll just need a brief moment to dress and get my things together."

Charon had decided that he would not back away from this challenge. He still did not know what was expected of him, though he suspected that he would be asked to falsify a death report. He would have to uncover some more facts before making his final decision, but he would not dishonor the dead in such a way. Not without a damn convincing reason.

Charon quickly got dressed and packed his things into a travel satchel. He picked up a bone white skull resting on his night table and looked it right in the 'eyes', "This may be our last night in this city, Collinsworth. If things go as I fear we'll be on the road before lunch." He carefully tucked Collisworth into the satchel and placed it under the bed.

"And you, too. My friend." Charon gazed over at a spider web that formed a perfect little triangle between his desk and the wall. "I'm afraid that I won't be able to take you with me. I'll find a nice little garden for you before we go." Charon picked a dead fly out of a jar on his desk and carefully dropped it into the web.

Charon had a plan. Not a very good one, but given his uncertainty of what exactly he was about to be asked to do, it was the best he could come up with. He would write the death report exactly as he'd been asked. He would also write up a proper death report. He would have Eril proof read the false report, but leave a few "unimportant" areas unfinished and the report itself unsigned. He will then take the false report back to be "finished". Charon will then submit the accurate report directly to his superiors. Hopefully, with Eril reporting to his "clients" that everything is in order, this will give Charon enough time to get the hell out of town before the trouble starts. If he is really lucky, Eril's "clients" will pay Charon before he leaves town. If he's not lucky ... well, it'll be a short trip to the morgue.