As he reached the point where forest met beach, Jacque came to a somewhat shaky stop, nearly tripping as he did so. The ranger placed his hands on his knees and panted, "[b]Must be losing my touch. Twenty years ago that would've been just my morning jog.[/b]". Once he was finished catching his breath Jacque surveyed the beach, drinking in the sights and smells that he found to be a nice change of pace from his heavily wooded property. There was a cluster of people on the beach that appeared to be speaking, all in all not a particularly novel sight, however, Jacque could tell from their scent and their choice of clothing that these were not native islanders. Jacque began to walk towards the group, wiping away a few brambles and twigs that had caught on his clothes as he did so. "[b]Oi! You folks alright?[/b]" He called out, banking on the idea that they might be an adventuring party or simply people in need of directions. Either one was fine by him, after all, if it was a party, then he'd save time on finding people to travel with, and if they were simply lost, he could point them in the right direction without risking one of them coming across his home and looting him blind.