As the man walks down the street looking at the buildings, he feels a pull and senses a call within, Whoa, I haven't felt that in a long time. Either they've found the inn, or trouble. I sure hope it's the former.
Since he was in the middle of the street, he didn't feel comfortable howling in response, so he just jogged in the direction he felt the "pull". He saw the two on the front porch of a two story building. It had a balcony-style porch above the actual porch. The man nodded his head and thought, Yep, if that's not an inn, I'm King Louis XIV.
He approached the two on the porch, "Bonjour. Nice, looks like you found it."