Scrivener of the Dead at the Mortuary.
Behind a book the size of a table sits an ancient-looking githzerai in the dull gray robes of the Dustmen. His cataracted eyes dart back and forth behind the lenses of his glasses as he scribbles line after line into the tome before him.
“This existence holds no more wonder for one such as I, for well have I come to know the cruelty and torment that it has to offer. (cough) There are no more chains to hold me to this shadow of life, and only the promise of True Death awaits.”