"[b][color=004b80]Buddy, I have no idea what the hell you're eating, but you need to eat less of it. Seriously, how can someone look scrawny but feel this heavy?[/color][/b]" Jacque grunted as he trotted along the dirt road with his quarry hung securely on his shoulders like some sort of prize belt. The horse thief offered no sort of retort of course, as he was still very much unconscious. As Jacque was almost clueless when it came to how "dead weight" worked, he simply passed off the man's heft as an abundance of eating, and began to grumble about how people outside of Swyn had it easy. 

His grumbling was quickly cut short as he saw several figures up ahead, far enough to where he couldn't hear them, but close enough to make out how many there were. Now, Jacque wasn't the most clever man on the planet, but he was smart enough to know that him trying to stroll through a group of people with a gun on his back and an obviously shot man on his shoulder would be a very poor idea. With that in mind, Jacque stepped off of the path and a few yards into the woods, hoping that he might be able to sneak past the group unmolested. He began to creep forward, trying to keep an idea both on the group and where he placed his feet at the same time. This of course didn't work out quite the way he wanted it to, as the dry leaf litter, nuts and twigs that covered the forest floor made things quite tricky. Still, Jacque did his best to keep noise to a minimum as he advanced towards the group.