The man clad in full plate on horseback with a barded mount might have been a tempting target to the idiot but clearly the thug was simply too stupid to live if he thought that attacking someone like this head on was a wise idea. He posed no challenge at all and he would have spared him had he not been so stubborn. But there was nothing that could be done about it and it was one last thing travelers would need to deal with. In the meantime Jareth would ride on towards his destination.<br/><br/>Soon he came across a problem that was warned upon with the cheap coin of the map's purchase and how old it was. His eyes looked to the crossroads and then swore as he figured it was too good to be true. He pulls the map from his right saddlebag and rechecks the map to see if he could identify something that could distinguish which direction he needed to go in first rather then assume blind faith would lead him correctly. There had to a be a landmark noted somewhere on said map of animal skin and if he used that maybe he would be alright. Also he would double check his surroundings just in case there was a problem in the area he was not aware of.