Threading his way through the various people thronging the street, he eventually found himself coming to a larger sized crossroads. On the perpendicular route to his, a few goods laden wagons gently rolled along the stone of the thoroughfare. Taking a moment to observe, Ky watched as the drovers managed their placid beasts of burden as the carts moved through the crowd. [i]Why didn't I become a wagon driver? All you have to do is sit around all day and hold a set of reins and crack a whip once in a while.[/I] Letting out his breath in a small sigh, he set himself to continue on to hunting down the location of the inn.

Glancing down the various directions that the crossroads went, he picked the easterly direction on a whim. The Archer at this point had absolutely no idea where he was going, but the increase in adventurers, warriors and caravaneers down the particular street he strode down made it likely that the particular inn he was looking for would be found on this cobbled drag. 

As he paced in his lazy lope, he kept an eye out for the leather armour clad men, but at the moment he couldn't see anybody of the sort. Which either meant they weren't tailing him, or suddenly got better at sneaking about. He felt a little worried about the situation either way. Suddenly stopping he spun his body around in a sudden action to try and catch anyone who might be following him, but his searching eyes caught nothing. Instead of catching any followers his action instead elicited a bout of various muttering from nearby folk. 

Turning back about he continued heading down the street, and as he walked the buildings framing either side to grow a little taller, often having a second story and a loft window. Many bore various old signs swinging lightly in the breeze denoting the various names of the taverns and inns. Kyoht found himself grinning slightly as he read the faded text painted on some of the signs. Many of the signs were hand carved and painted, illustrating names like 'The Nob on the Staff', 'The Mute Bard', and his personal favorite so far 'The Thirsty Fish'.

His mood wasn't to be cheery for two long however, as he was suddenly jostled while he stood still reading the name off yet another hanging sign. Stumbling for a moment, he caught the sight of someone dashing off in the corner of his vision. His a hands flashed toward his belt pouches, and as he reached into one of his pouches he cursed under his breath, muttering damnation about all pickpockets. The pickpocket had not stolen his money, as he kept his coinage in a special pocked sewn on the inside of his tunic. Instead he found that the thief had snatched his entire supply of spare steel arrowheads, probably mistaking the light jingle for the clinking of coins. While not overly valuable he didn't really have time to go to a smith to have them replaced, or the desire to spend a few coins on getting such done. 

Rubbing his temple in irritation, he angrily stalked forward, his eyes flashing a particular glare which kept people who noticed his gaze from his path. Wrapped up in his thoughts he almost completely missed it, but after bactracking a few steps he found the frontage of the place he was looking for. Sighing in relief that he had finally found it, he approached the entrance way and stepped in cautiously blinking a few moments in the change of light.