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Kyoht made his way to the nearest stable buildings door, and paused for a moment before the rough timber. With a small outlet of breath he rapped on the door firmly with his fist. After doing so, he stood impatiently for what he felt like was forever. Shuffling his feet, he heard the rasp of locks and latches let loose, before the door cracked open halfway. Kyoht's eyes found themselves taking in the bearing of a rough older man, with loose stubble and a stained leather cap on his head.

“What do you want at this time of night?” The man growled, eying the Archer carefully. Kyoht idly jingled the beltpouch that held the gold coins on his belt lightly. “I'm looking to get two pack mules, ready to go.” he replied, looking carefully into the mans eyes. Opening the door slightly more with a small grin on his face, the stablemaster brought round a small lantern from inside and held it up to examine Ky more closely in better light. Appearing satisfied with whatever he was looking for, he quickly placed the lantern back where it had come from, and rubbed his hands together.

“Well, that will cost you a pretty penny. You know mules are in high demand due to events lately,” he commented, trailing off for a moment. “I'm sure I could fetch a better price tomorrow, with all the travelers and whatnot seeking to head out.” He added, fixing Kyoht with a judging eye. “How about this, I'll offer you the low deal of forty gold.”

Ky almost chocked at the absurd price. Looking down the street in a forced casualness, he couldn't spot any of the leather armored men. But just because he couldn't see them didn't mean they weren't skulking around. Turning back to look at the man before him again, the Archer thought on his counter offer for a quick second. “How about twenty-five gold. That should be plenty of profi-” He said, but was almost instantly cut off by a negative wave from the stablemaster. “Fine then. Twenty-eight, and that's almost highway robbery.” Ky amended, pulling out the bag of coins that he had received from a belt pouch. He slowly counted every gold into the outstretched hand of the stablemaster, before he saw the mans face light up with a grin. “Good doing business with you. Wait here, and I'll bring them around upfront for ye.” The stablemaster closed the door, once again shrouding Kyoht in the semi-dark of the street.

Waiting impatiently, the Archer found himself pacing back and forth as he waited for the man to bring the mules about. As he entertained the thought that he was cheated in his mind, a larger door opened up further down the building. Out of it came the stablemaster leading two pack mules by rough rope leads, carrying a hooded lantern in the other hand. Kyoht paced up the the man, taking the rough hempen leads from the offered hand. Waving thanks, he began walking toward the north gate when the stablemaster called out. “Where you think ye be going? Don'thca know they don't open the North gate this time of night, your going to have to head to the South gate, that'll be open.” He commented, before making his way back inside.

The mans words, left Kyoht to wonder what the hell he was going to do for the moment. He couldn't really turn back and traverse the entire town at this point. Deciding that he'd figure something out once he got there, he continued on toward the North gate, mules in tow. After only a short walk he came upon the archway of the gate, and caught vision of two town guards lazily standing afore the main gate. The stood lit in the light of two sconces bracketing the gate off the stone walls of the arch. Continuing his approach, Kyoht came up to them and was halted by a hand motion by one of the guards as they both straightened up and walked over to confront him.

“What do you think your doing?” The one guard asked. “This gate is closed till morning your not going anywhere through here. Travelers exiting at night are to use the South gate.” He added. With a sigh, Kyoht looked at the two guards, before glancing at the closed gates. Catching a glimpse of something on the gates, he had a quick flash of hope for a second. “Look, I really need to head out this way. No need to even open the gates, I'm sure I can pass through that wicket gate well enough. I'll even make it worth your while. Three gold apiece.” He said, before seeing the frown on one of the guards faces. “Look, four gold. Four gold each.” He said, taking out the small pouch of coins, and holding it out to the nearest guard.

The man took it in a gauntleted fist, before nodding quickly to his partner. They both moved back to the wicket gate, Kyoht following close behind. The one guard took out a large key, and after taking a look through the doors peephole, unlcoked and swung open the iron banded wooden door. Stepping through with a quick thank you, Kyoht badgered the mules until they were both through the man sized doorway. Almost as soon as the second mule was through the wicket gate was closed behind him, with a iron clacking of the lock reengaging.

Finding himself on the main thoroughfare out of town, Ky breathed in the air in a deep breath finding it somewhat cooled than that immediately on the other side of the gate. Not wanting to stay easily visible on the main road, he began trekking off in a perpendicular course to the road, heading in a somewhat North-West direction. He found the mules fairly placid, although the one would bray at any tugs on the rope lead. The Archer hoped that they weren't completely bad stock, as he had no time to really examine the beasts of burden, or enough light at this time of night to even do so. As is, he was walking in the dark, but his eyes had asjusted well enough as he pushed his way through the long grasses.
As Kyoht was let into the room, he found himself faced with his rough companion who quickly relayed a bunch of information on what was going on, although not as much as he hoped to hear. And what he did confused him slightly although he didn't have much time to react to such as Nestor presented him with a small pouch of coins, with the instruction to purchase some mules and head out from the city without him. Tucking the pouch into a another on his belt, he was about to ask some questions such as why in particular this guild was hunting them. But, sensing the urgency as he heard the clomping of heavy boots on the floors outside, shook his head for the moment, stacking up behind Nestor at the window. He figured he could get a proper explanation later.

He watched as Nestor jumped out the window, and he followed almost immediately after, pushing aside the shudders and repeating the same actions. I hope this doesn't set the tone for this entire journey, otherwise it's going to be a serious bother. The archer thought, right before landing. As he hit the the ground, his left foot stamped into a small pile of refuse causing him to tweak his ankle slightly. Grimacing slightly at the sudden shock of pain, he nonetheless moved forward, conscious of the need to get out of the vicinity of the inn and his companion.

Moving at a fair pace down the street, weaving in amongst the various few people still in the street he put a little bit of distance between himself and the inn. He found either his adrenaline was up, or that his ankle was simply better as he wasn't really feeling any pain any more. Ducking into a smaller road, perpendicular to the one he was just on, he moved past a group of guards on patrol to end up in a small open square. Pausing, he looked about to try and get his bearings. He wasn't sure exactly where he was, but moved off in the most northerly direction he could.

As he walked down various side streets he could still see that some people were up and about, although they usually hurried by wrapped in long cloaks or stood to the side conversing with one or two others. This made it easier for The Archer to check his back trail for any of the leather armoured figures, but also made it much easier for them to follow him. Quickly checking behind him, he didn't see anyone following. Either this guild of men had no interest in him, were being distracted by his new companion, or Kyoht just lost them, he didn't know.

It wasn't too long before Ky found himself back on one of the main avenues. He was in luck this time though. as he could see that the street went to the Northern gate in the distance. Keeping to the side of the road, he hurried along towards his destination. Pasuing again for a moment, he checked down the street and was surprised to see a small group off people in the distance moving his way. He assumed they were members of the mercenary guild by what he figured he saw as leather armour, although it was hard to tell in this light.

Rushing a little faster, although not to fast to attract too much undue attention, he made his way eventually to the buildings which housed the stables and the mules he needed to buy.
Feeling fairly useless in the situation, Dhalgren felt somewhat gladdened that the noble lady from their party knew some sort of healing, and he watched idly as she muttered some sort of spell or prayer or whatever. Either way, it seemed to take affect and work, as the battered man seemed to be in somewhat a better condition, at least to Dhalgrens eyes. He was somewhat baffled at the words of the lady though, as she said her vision wasn't all that good. Which had him slightly perplexed as he was sure she used a ranged weapon. Dhaglren's attention was brought back to the man laying on the ground as he heard a rough groan escape from his lips.

Seeing the man stand up Dhaglren was able to take a better look at him, as he gathered his weapon and belongings. Reminded that he was still a javelin short, Dhalgren turned slightly to look over to the direction he remembered throwing it last, before he was asked a question by the ranger fellow about if there was any goblins left. “Not in the immediate area, for now at least.” he replied.

He watched as he conversed with the foxlike person of the group, and he idly though on the price one could fetch for one of her tails on the market. Either way, he had a javelin to retrieve, so he walked slightly away from the group, looking for the thrown javelin amidst a pile of debris north of the last goblin he slayed.
Standing over the freshly slain goblin, Dhalgren released one of his hands from the haft of his halberd to hang down at his side. The raw smell of goblin bile rising from the various slain corpses about the area had already begun to waft through the air in a sickening stench. Turning back to help Roan with the leader, he came about in time to see a bomb lobbed by Rissi explode right on the goblin leader, scattering a gory mist of chunks about. He watched as the blast partially enveloped Roan, scattering him with various shrapnel and gore, blowing him back off his feet. Wondering what the hell was in the ratfolks mind when she threw that bomb, he stood inactive for a few minutes not quite sure what to do.

From the side, he heard the grating voice of the last remaining goblin shrieking something as it ran off. With a sigh of breath, he jogged up to stand next to the foxlady as she worked a crude bandage around the ranger fellow. He stood, not really able to contribute any more than what was already being done. He wasn't really listening to the noble fellow they just saved, instead his attention was toward Roan and his condition.

“Nobody is, or knows a healer?” He asked no-one in particular, not sure what to do really. He stood quietly as the fox-lady addressed the rat-folk, asking fro some sort of healing elixir or something. He eyed the ratfolk suspiciously for a moment. “You sure you can help? Since this situation seems to be your fault.” He commented.
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 guess my companion notified these guys ahead of time I was coming along. Probably a good thing. 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” What my bow? It's ash, so not sure what he's talking about. 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. This guy is super cautious, maybe he has a bounty or something. Would explain those leather clad guys following us. 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. 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. “Uh... One forty three.” He commented, tucking the scroll back into his belt as he then waited expectantly for the door.
With a quick motion of his hands, Dhalgren shook the dead goblins dripping blood and offal of the blade of his halberd. Grimacing at the smell of the split gobbling pieces, he wrinkled his nose sure that he would probably never get used to such. Hearing the taunts of a goblin slightly behind him, he turned to see one near the foxlady receive a gash as the creature struck out with it's blade. Swearing lightly beneath his breath, he swung his body around, and ran toward the goblin halberd held low and ready to lunge at the completion of his movement into a deadly stab.

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. 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. 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.
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. 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. 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 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. 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.
Disappointed that his javelin missed, Dhalgren decided to follow up with his trusty halberd. Gripping the halberd haft in both hands he made a quick dash forward to the nearest goblin, and leveled the spike on the head in a quick swipe at the goblin after coming to a quick stop.

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