Jacque took everything he was told in and weighed his options. Option one was that he could leave everyone and try his hand at picking up where he left off by surviving in the forests of this new land, however the risk in that was that he had no idea whether or not the same rules that applied to the normal world applied here, especially considering he'd just been told that there was a magical river that consumed people. If a river could do that, then god only knew what the rest of this world could do. Option two was that he follow after Queen Julia -whom seemed to either have multiple personalities or was simply insane- and risk his luck with the aforementioned man eating river, as well as the trials that came with them. The concept of magic itself wasn't too earth shattering; his time spent with natives and gypsies had given him a more open and spiritual mind, but the idea of the river actually swallowing him was a bit disconcerting. The woodsman grunted and offhandedly scratched at the stubble that was growing on his face before making his decision. "[color=0054a6]I suppose i'll just follow after you then, Miss Julia.[/color]" Jacque stated a tad bit uncertainly. In all honesty, Jacque wasn't quite sure whether or not he'd be guaranteed safety by following after the royal, however her knowledge of the land would at least give him some sort of leg up in this new world, wouldn't it?