Brushing the back of his hand across his eyes as they adjusted to the change of light, Kyoht found himself suddenly confronted by a large bear of a man bending down slightly to stare him directly in the eyes. He shied back slightly with a half step, wondering what was going on before the man at the inn counter commented that he was the one they were looking for. [i]I guess my companion notified these guys ahead of time I was coming along. Probably a good thing.[/I] As he moved forward to the beckons, the large man spoke back in reply to the innkeeper mentioning something about how whatever “Coulda' be a light oak” [i]What my bow? It's ash, so not sure what he's talking about.[/I] The archer wondered for a moment, before coming across from the innkeeper. 

Nodding at the mans words, he looked to the stairs for a moment before waving his hand in acknowledgment at the innkeepers words. He felt somewhat irritated, as people always seemed to define him by his golden eyes. Following the pointing hand of the man, he set his boots on the stairs, ascending quietly with barely a whisper of noise. This was due moreso to the fact that his boots were well worn and supple, rather than any particular effort applied by the Golden Archer. Moving through an environment without disturbance was pretty much a well practiced act, that was generally just muscle memory at this point. Kyoht had the habits of one familiar with woods craft, having such trained into him from a very young age. 

Reaching the top of the stairs, he paused for a moment, his eyes taking in the hallway as he looked for the correct door. Easily finding it, he casually paced down the hallway to stand before the door. He reached up to knock with a hand, before he paused to consider his actions. Instead of knocking for the moment, Ky placed his hand lightly on his temple as he closed his eyes in fierce concentration. Working with his minds concentration he called up his Zephy Aura, and began to feel the slight tremors of air about himself. Thankfully there wasn't that much disturbances of air in the inn to cloud his ability, making things a little easier. 

Beginning to isolate his own affect on the air currents such as his breath and slight movements, he cast his sense out working at feeling the air currents in the room on the other side of the closed door. After a silent minute or two, he was sure that he could feel only the breath of one person, but he wasn't particularly sure. He couldn't perceive much with his Zephyr Aura through walls, and if other individuals stood at the far wall opposite the door he was sure he wouldn't be able to pick them up. With a small outlet of his held breath, he reached up to rap his knuckles smartly on the wood of the door in a firm knock. 

Instead of the expected unlocking and opening of the door, he heard a whisper ask him what number he was looking for. [i]This guy is super cautious, maybe he has a bounty or something. Would explain those leather clad guys following us.[/I] He thought for a moment as he scrabbled for the scroll tucked in his belt. spooling it out for a second to re-read the number he had already forgotten about, he let out a small sigh. [i]This guy better not be crazy paranoid all the time. Otherwise this job is going to be more or a chore than it already is.[/I] “Uh... One forty three.” He commented, tucking the scroll back into his belt as he then waited expectantly for the door.