This city is a basically a graveyard, right? It's fitting, because it seems that he has snagged the attention of a ghost.

The figure halts up as soon as they're spotted, paused quietly beside the wide trunk of a tree. Dressed head-to-toe in a cloak of pale rags, their face is down and mostly obscured by their hood, seemingly watching their own dirty, bare feet more than the person that they had just been moving toward.

And they don't say a thing, just standing there in silence.