Grinding his teeth across the hard biscuit, the rough hardy food rather resistant to teeth. He hoped that he would find whoever his partner or partners would be so he could go get some proper food. As he sat leaning against the rough hewn stone of the wall, he could see groups of people start to leave, thinning the crowd. He was considering if he would have to head off alone and maybe meet up with the group on the way somehow. 

With a sigh he stood up grabbing his bow and wiping crumbs from himself, he once again surveyed those standing about talking excitedly. Shuffling his feet slightly, he set off pushing lightly between the backs of a few adventurers, keeping an ear out for his number still. There were less people shouting numbers at this point, as most the groups seemed to have formed and started hashing out plans. He deigned to join any conversations, sticking around any groups just too see what number they had. 

After a few more minutes of wandering and checking for numbers, Kyoht was once again frustrated. It was then that he swore he heard the tail end of the number one-forty-three, and he quickly paced toward where he thought it came from, apologizing as he knocked people with his bow as he rushed along. After approaching where he thought the call had emanated from he called out the number as well. 

As he did so, he was sure he saw a reaction from a rather rough looking fellow. Kyoht approached him, holding his own scroll out slightly before him. “You group number one-forty-three?” he asked hopefully. He didn't see anyone else with the person, so assumed that they still had to find the others of the party as well if this person bore the correct number.