Peggy
Nodding, he moves along, but not before giving Mevis the direction of the Morgue. "Around this week or so. Don't really visit him that often, though."
With that, Mevis is left alone again, with naught but his thoughts.
Robert
*Mevis would head over to the morgue. It felt like a long walk, filling him with dread. He didn't particularly enjoy the though of being surrounded by so many bodies, but it also filled him with a sense of guilt in that he wasn't able to give a proper burial to his village or adapted family. He was too scared back then to face the consequences and had left their bodies. The only body he was able to properly bury was one that he had killed with his bare hands. However, even then he had desecrated it by taking the skull as a mask and figured there wasn't much respect to be buried by your killer...*

*With these self-deprecating thoughts in mind, he would make it to the morgue and search for the caretaker.*
Peggy
The morgue stood on the outskirts of the town for understandable reasons. Non descript as it was, the only noticeable fact was that the plants were starting to become overgrown, and the dust on the window sils of the main building were collecting an awful amount of dust. All in all, it's been a while since this place was well tended. The windows are all tightly shut, and so is the door.
Robert
*The place frankly looked abandoned to Mevis, or the caretaker wasn't doing his job. Was this perhaps what that elf had mentioned earlier, that the caretaker was acting odd? Mevis was feeling rather gloomy just staying here, but he couldn't just leave without some answers. So he would attempt to knock the door and desperately yell out* 

"U-Um, hello?! I-I-Is anyone there?!"

*He would wait a couple minutes for a response before doing it again. If there would still be no response, he would figure he would need the keys to open the place. In which case he would go back the sheriff and hope the village carried spares. Of course this is all assuming that he doesn't get a response*
Peggy
There is silence for a while, but then you hear a faint voice from behind the door. 
"Come... In. Door... Is open."
It's drawn out, laboured even, clear strain from using a voice too loudly.
Robert
*Mevis would be slightly creeped out by the faint voice, and once more felt his legs urging him to run. He would take a deep breath, and resolve himself as he cautiously opens the door and steps inside*

"Th-thank you for letting me inside..." *He would say as calmly as he can to mask his fear. He would look around for the source of the voice as well as checking out the general condition of the building*
Peggy
Surprisingly enough, a petite, pale-looking girl was sitting there, in a rocking chair. Not quite the image of a someone caring for a morgue, though the similarly pale locks of hair going down her back and her strikingly blue eyes did have the ethereal feeling that somehow matched the atmosphere of the building, which was homely looking, and much more well maintained than the outside was, at least from what could be seen from the indoor lighting, in the form of the ball of light floating above her. 

A strange place to wear clothes as bulky as the black cleaning clothes she wore through, but there were stranger matters to focus on, like how the windows were shut even though it was daytime.

She opened her mouth, and Mevis now could confirm that the voice he heard came from her. It was soft and terse. Not quite how a normal person would talk, but in some odd

"Sorry... Not feeling well. Why are you here?"