Cryptkeeper, gravedigger, tiefling.
He maintains the necropolis, the burial yard for the entire city. He’s got a shack there, so he hardly ever leaves. He tells you “Foul things have been welling up out of one of the crypts, graves have been robbed, and those damned purple flowers keep sprouting all over the grounds. They are harder to kill than an itch in an unfortunate place. I took over that job from me dad, and now I might hafta find other work. Normally I’d kill anyone robbing from those at rest on my grounds, but I think I’m about to pack it in.” He puts his head back down on the table again and weeps.
Returning to the Alehouse, Zoobov is gone.