Ixen glided into the graveyard, dropping near the center of the group from about five feet up. Looking around he folded his wings back up and dusted his clothing off. He was dressed in a simple dark-red entertainer's outfit which his wings nicely folded into. As an afterthought he retrieved his ioun stone and sent it on it's orbit around his head. "Darkly hooded fellows looking veerry intently at some gravestones. Either I'm in the right place or I've stumbled into the oddest cabal of necromancers I've ever seen. If it's the latter I'll happily exit the same way I came in..." he said as he continued to look around.