Either smoke, someone's been working overtime. With the smoke of the dying wild fires lessening off into the distance, black smoke of the creamatorium looms in a horrid reminder of those that have passed.
There's no telling how many are down there, with a good portion of the island now dead and gone. Those the Fighter's guild having collected thankfully lessening the load.
The Crypt Keeper can be seen coming not out of the Cathedral, but out of the shed to the right of the Graveyard's establishment with a cloth mask over her nose and mouth, often carrying multiple urns before disappearing back within the shed. The courier, Dallas, seen tending to the grounds in her absence. However once she's topside, he masks up himself and follows in her footsteps, taking up the mantle to oversee the next group down below.
When either is present above ground, a white smoke smelling of sage can be seen ushering from the humble little chimney of their housing, coating the surrounding buildings in the light, fragrant scent.
Yet the black smoke still looms as a grim reminder and the urns on the outside of the establishment keep stacking up.
Hopefully they'll be done soon.