Brushing a hand through his hair, Ky let out a breath as he once again looked about. He found himself comparing the relatively peaceful time alone on top of one of the caravan carts, to the hassle of standing around where he was now. Turning his attention back to the man before him, as he pointed away from himself toward the previous leather clad figure. 

Kyoht raised a brow, not sure exactly what was going on. As far as he was concerned, conversations with strangers was on the top of his list for things he disliked. He never really knew what to say or act, let alone pick up on whatever social cues the other person was trying to get across. As it stood, he wasn't sure who the man before him was talking to, along with the emphasizing certain words of his sentences. He wasn't sure if the person was trying to get some sort of message across, or just oddly enunciated certain words. 

Rocking back on his heels for a moment, he took a second to look around quickly at the groups about himself. The archer felt that his neck was on a crude swivel, as he always felt that there was someone right behind him. Unable to tell so with his natural abilities, he found himself manually checking. A habit he had to consciously persuade himself from doing, as it probably detracted from whatever image he was putting across. 

Tightening his grip on his bow, he schooled his face into a more stoic expression. As he did, he could have sworn he caught a whisper to meet in some sort of inn, but before his mind could fully process it his eyes met the gaze of the stranger before him again. He found himself looking away almost as soon as their eyes made contact, self conscious of his own eye colour. While nobody said anything to his face or within earshot, he had a good idea of what people thought. 

Growing up alone with his parents in a semi-remote cabin by the woods wasn't for fletching alone, as his father shared the same distinctive eyes he bore. In fact, Kyohts' last name of Makya was based on a old family legend of how his ancestors used their archery skills to steal the eyes of eagles. 

Shaken somewhat by his reverie as he was asked to see his scroll, he soundlessly handed it over, Hoping to get this party forming business over with.