Broken stones and a iron gate closing the entrance with a name placard that the name is worn off.
Old Crypt, Graveyard
gravedigger
rat
I live near the docks on the edge of the city.  I steal food from cargo boxes that are loaded into ships at night.  Sometimes rats from strange lands come off ships that come to the dock.
Get away!  You have no reason to be here! Ey mate, I'm just trying to do my job. No need to shout! You have no idea what is here... I only just got here from the shipyard, but the things I have seen.... Well, you might be a rat, but a rat is better than nothing. I'm a wee bit lonely. I would be willing to listen if you have stories to tell. There is a reason that the crucifix is here, and that the gate is made of iron.  There are ghosts and undead about, and no safe place within these gates. Undead! Ghosts! I best protect myself! and you! That sword will be of no good against ghosts!  And how do I know that you aren't undead?  Perhaps you are here to haunt me as well... That won't do no good against me! Watch this! It is true, you are not a ghost.  Do you happen to know the name of the one buried here?  After digging for some food, a voice told me to be wary... I surely don't, rat. I just bury the dead, I don't learn there names. That is unfortunate.  The voice said to me that this man's descendants were the only ones who could break his curse. Oh wait, what's this. Freeby Mcgeebles! That's his name!