Choosing his progress as carefully as he could in unfamiliar territory, the Yason cut to the side and waited for the raven's target to pass him by from an alleyway. He was not too naive to believe that there were no threats in this realm, be it an afterlife or world of the dead or not. But as he heard light footsteps approach - skin on stone - he grew even more curious than before.
There was at least another here. ..and where there was one, surely there would be more. Friend or foe - perhaps time would tell swiftly.
Impressing a thought onto his familiar, Orha did not need to look up to know that it had broken its earlier pattern to fly swiftly forward. He took the initiative and stepped out from the alley before the other crossed it. That it was a man - a human - surprised him more than the fact that he wore no clothes. But even still -
"So this city is not as deserted as it would first seem," the Yason said by way of greeting. He held both hands at his sides, though the end of the stick was still visible beneath his makeshift cloak. Above, the raven let out a sharp cry.