Kyoht stood expectantly before the somewhat rough looking figure, clutching the scroll in his hands as he waited for a reply. After hearing it, it took the Archer a moment to realize that in fact he had not received an answer for his question, but another one in reply. About to mouth a reply back, Ky stopped for a second running over the question asked him again through his mind. He wasn't sure why the man said “my group” but passed it off for the moment as unimportant. 

Wrapped up a little in his thoughts and his gaze on the man before him, Kyoht didn't really notice the man in leather armour nearby. As it was, he felt rather distracted and tired. The noise of those yelling for their group, along with the chatter from those already formed grated on Kyoht's ears. His senses were already muddled from the shifting eddy of air currents caused by the various clusters of people about. 

Brought about again by the man before him as he commented and indicated a person taking a seat on a nearby bench. Ky stared at the man indicated for a few seconds, meeting his gaze for a moment before looking away. Looking back before him, he shrugged. “Personally I just want to get the hell out of here, two or three person group.” he replied, rubbing at his temple lightly with a hand. 

Looking about himself for a quick moment, he fidgeted with the scroll in his hands slightly, feeling the rough texture of the parchment on his fingers. He could feel the leather armored mans gaze upon himself and the man before him, and he didn't have a good feeling on what it might mean. “I don't really work well with larger groups, so how about we just head out then?” He asked a moment later, throwing up his shoulders in a non-committal shrug as he again looked around at those remaining in the square.