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.