Greetings. I am Charon, ferrymen of Hades. I am your guide to Hell.
Under normal circumstances, I would ferry you over to Hell right now...but I see that once again, you mortals are stirring up some chaos. Yes, it happens every now and again...where a small town is slowly picked off, one by one. And in defense, you mortals kill your own, hoping to rat out the worms. Well, I see there will be a large influx of people soon, so we'll be waiting until you are done to travel to Hell. Oh, don't get your hopes up, your soul belongs to Hades now...you can't escape. But I see no reason to make so many trips. In the meantime, you can wait here. Don't worry, there will be others to keep you company soon enough. Oh, you're worried about how you will all fit in the small ferry? Well...that's not my problem. You died. It's your problem. Blame the town and blame yourself for getting tied up in this...silly mortal game.
So sit, talk, do whatever you do. We'll be moving along soon enough....
(OOG: Welcome to the graveyard. Feel free to chat about your role and snark at the town about their (in)competence.)