Kyoht matched his companions pace, as he slowed to allow them to walk side by side. He found that people such as beggars and the like tended to somewhat shy away, or avoid him when he turned his gaze on them. He was resigned to this reaction from others already, having had to deal with it his whole life. Looking up from the street when he heard a question asked of him, it took a moment for him to reply. “Hmm? My name?” He commented idly, hiding a flash of irritation. “Kyoht Makya.” He added, studying his companion alongside him for a moment. As far as he could tell, the man seemed to be focusing fairly intently. 

Before he could think on it more, he saw a group of leather clad figures leave the entrance way of a local inn, stepping past them in a rather boisterous manner. Slowing his pace to avoid clashing with them, he found himself faced with his associate, as he quickly told Ky to essentially act normal, and then meet up at some place called Rusty's Bed and Breakfast. His brows furrowed for a moment, as he wondered why he could just follow along when all of a sudden a hefty fellow slightly contacted The Archers group partner causing him to disappear.

Standing dumbfounded at the sudden vanishing, it was a moment before Ky found his legs and continued on down the street. [I] Figures he'd be one of those stealthy “now you see me now you don't” types. This better not be some sort of bullshit test, all of this is starting to become a bother already. [/i]With a small sigh, Kyoht took a moment to sling his bow over his shoulder, using the string across his chest to hold it to his back lightly. Dipping a hand into a pouch on his belt, he withdrew a small reddish strip of dried fruit. He gnawed on the dried strip, as he figured out what he was going to do. 

[i]I don't even know where this stupid place is, let alone where I am. He mused as he resumed his pace down the street. And are these guys after both of us, or just my new found partner? Because I'm sure it's awfully suspicious if he's suddenly gone if they're after both of us. And it's hardly a consolation to know that were going to be attacked as soon as we set foot out of a public space.[/I] As The Archer thought on the situation, he found his feet falling into his long distance travel lope, a ground eating pace that let his mind wander. 

As it was, since they were heading this way in the first place, his destination must be down the street somewhere. Or at least that's what he hoped. Continuing down the road he pushed past various peoples going about their daily business, and a good handful of various adventurers. Thankfully he didn't see much of the leather-armoured figures form before, but he wasn't looking all that hard either.