Sulet walked to the left of the group. Not so much to keep his distance; if he wanted that, he'd have lagged behind them a good pace, but just because it was the closest he could get to feeling like he was on the rooftops. Just slightly off the main path. And... okay yeah he just wanted some distance from the group without being too much of a jerk. Part of the same guild, yeah. Part of the same mindset? No. That guy has a sword, after all.
When they approached the graveyard, Sulet hopped the fence, possibly the last time he'd be able to get any sort of physical activity aside from running. Which, if they were dealing with Ghouls, he would be doing a lot of. He listened to the conversation start, before an alarm rang off in his head. "Hey, wait, what one from Goodbarrell plot? What makes it so special?"