‘Oh you sneaky bastard,’ Handy thought. But that only raised the question of why Jacques went through the trouble of being this particular stag’s bodyguard if he wasn’t intended to be such. He didn’t remember Elder Wildwood being upset at the sight of him, which meant that it could have been just a case of him wanting to hire a mercenary from a particular company rather than an individual. In which case, Jacques had probably scored an easy gig by stealing it from his competition. Sneaky fuck.