OOC: think it's time for some introduction 
The road that led north of Trysvale was normally calm, or at least not crowded, and that had been a bless to Mesomorto. It has been more than a month that he lived at the Chapel of Passing Devotion with father Melancholy. He still wore clothes that covered his body from sight and curiosity but he slowly chose more colours, probably to compensate the absence of such concept on his own skin. He chose cold colours, suiting the peace and calm of the peace he belonged to, and wore blue clothe that faded to dark in places. His body was followed by a tight set of shirt and thin trousers that outlined his human form; upon it he wore a blue light jacket that he tied at his waist and that had large sleeves that extended to cover his hands from vision. Large dark trousers hid the thinner ones he wore inside and also gave his move a more fluid seeming, eluding the shape of his legs. His long hair reached his mid section but was half covered by a cloth he wore on his head and that he tied under the dark hair. The rays of sun could not clear his face for the shade cast by the edge of the head cover allied to a veil he tied from ear to ear to the grey cloth let only his eyes appearing.
Mesomorto was standing next to the graves when he noticed people coming outside the town, or at least at its lacking gates. He was wondering what was happening and decided that he would just move closer and discover by himself. He moved along the path and tried to listen. During his time at the chapel he managed to learn the basics of common and he could speak himself with some success.
OOC2: Not sure where the others are so I did not precise.