Thus far things appeared to be going well for Jacque once more; He was actually making a good pace through the forest, and he was being quite enough that he hadn't been noticed by anyone thus far. The bounty hunter frowned a bit as he wondered just what this group was doing and if any of them had anything to do with the bodies he'd spotted earlier, however he ultimately decided that it was not his problem and continued on his way. A set of voices that most definitely didn't sound as though they came from the path caused Jacque to freeze in place. He crouched a bit and swiveled his head to find the source before he spotted two people ahead of him whom had also appeared to opt for an alternate route. They appeared to be talking about something and hadn't noticed him, which was good, but it didn't change the fact that he'd failed to notice them.

Jacque felt like slapping himself, he knew his father definitely would have done it. He'd been so focused on walking lightly and looking at the group on the road that he'd neglected to make sure there was no one in the woods with him. He shook his head disgustedly as he mentally lambasted his naïveté before he pushed off again, this time taking slower and more deliberate steps, and remaining crouched so as to make himself a bit more inconspicuous.