After having gotten both himself and Marzipan up onto the roof Jacque reclaimed his box and tied it to his waist before crouching and trying to peer over the edge of the roof. He made a point not to lean over too far however, knowing that all it would take was a strong gust of wind to send him toppling over to his death. He'd seen such a thing happen to many animals in the mountainous regions he occasionally passed through. "[color=0054a6]What I wouldn't give to be a mountain goat right about now.[/color]" He muttered as he followed the others downward and onto the ground below and away from the castle.

He would hardly get a reprieve from further weirdness as a fairly mundane looking gentleman wandered out from the tree line to deliver a greeting and, grocery bags? "[color=0054a6]This day continues to get stranger, no?[/color]" He grunted before he picked up the bag that was labelled as his. The contents of the bag where rather nice by Jacque's standards: a cloak, a dark grey wool shirt, similarly grey cotton pants, and a rather nice pair of boots. It was all certainly nicer than the patchwork of poorly sewn together pelts that Jacque normally wore. The man wasted little time stripping down to his boxers to change despite the presence of the others, caring little for anything that could be said of his actions. Once he was fully dressed and had all of his possessions in place Jacque calmly placed the old pelts into the bag and looked to the rag tag group expectantly, "[color=0054a6]So, where do we go from here? I'm open to suggestions.[/color]".