Kyoht waited for what seemed a while, his eye gazing over those of the crowd in front of the town hall that he could see. Many of the people he could see looked to be two ends of the scale, either grizzled veterans, or sparkling green hands. He wondered how this mission was going to pan out, and how everyone was going to be chosen or assigned. Rubbing his temple with a hand, he began to figure that this all would be more a bother than it was worth. As he debated the merits of the mission in his head, he heard the blare of a trumpet emanating from the town hall. He listened to the quick announcement, and then pushed into the crowd with the others as everyone made their way past the doors inside. 

Jostling back and forth, Kyoht found himself unable to find a seat so he joined along with some others standing alongside the full seating. He stood rather uncomfortably surrounded by the press of various other individuals clad in various armours. He didn't really like large crowds in rooms, as he found the large amount of people in a room always made him nervous. A bit because of the affect it had on his ability, and the other that he just wasn't all that used to it. Large crowds outside were a little different, but a large press of individuals in a room tended to create dense surrounding air currents that always played haywire with his senses. 

As he stood, it only took a few moments for the last stragglers to shuffle in and the main doors to close. It was then that the trumpeter played another spiel on his horn, to with the Kyoht winced slightly finding it a little too loud. Interested in the figure he silently as he strode into sight before everyone, eliciting murmurs of speech form those standing about. After a moment the man began to speak, in a voice that Kyoht found somewhat irritating, as if the person didn't take proper good and proper breaths. That said, he listened closely as the man laid out the goal and the plan for those inside the hall. He felt a little skeptical about the entirety of the rumors surrounding this 'death magician', as he figured no one could bear such power without horrible repercussions. 

Palming his eyes for a moment, he looked about as many in the hall received their scrolls denoting their groups. He was slightly jostled as those around him rushed forward to get their own scrolls, but Kyoht decided to wait a moment unwilling to push forward to get one just yet. After a minute or two of waiting, he was lucky enough to have a scroll bearing maiden pass by. Stepping forward, he grabbed a scroll in his free hand with a quick nod of thanks, before making his way through a group of individuals to lean against a nearby wall. Declining to open it for now, he tucked it into his belt, just before the doors to the hall were opened. He watched as everyone rushed toward the doors as he expected, eager to start their mission. Kyoht himself just waited for the stampede at the doors to diminish, before calmly making his own way out of the building. 

Stepping into the thick mob of people outside the doors, he had to push his way somewhat through the milling crowd. It took a few moments to get through everyone, but after a minute or two he found himself pushing past a press of people to find himself in a relatively calm part of the courtyard. There he could see a few of the older warriors who stood about engaged in muttered conversation. With a sigh, Kyoht figured he should take a look at the scroll and find who else was part of his group. Staring at the map for a moment, he saw that his number was 143, and that it was an area in the northwest stretch of Halidor. “It couldn't be anything close and simple could it.” He muttered to himself under his breath. 

Re-rolling the scroll and tucking it in his belt, he looked at those standing around him wondering how he'd find others with the same scroll. He could see some younger individuals wandering around yelling their numbers over the din of excited conversation. Exhaling, he stared over the various groups of warriors scattered about again. This mission was already starting to be a bother, let alone excepting the fact that he had to trek across pretty much all of Halidor. Gathering himself he stepped forward, pushing along gently into the crowd. He worked his way amongst the various groups, asking a quick question or two on their scroll numbers. 

After a few minutes, he was still unsuccessful in finding his partner. He had checked almost every larger group and at this point he was wondering if whoever his partners were, were still around. Tired of searching amongst the others already he left the crowd, and found a smooth patch of empty wall where he plunked himself down. He laid the unstrung bow across his thighs, before taking a small drink from a skin affixed to his belt. He withdrew a small travel biscuit form a pouch on his belt as well, gnawing at the hard ration with his teeth as he idly waited. He figure that whoever else had a scroll would come to him at this point, as he was tired of searching amongst the crowd. As it stood he disliked crowds well enough.