It was the end of the road for an unfortunate soul.
But then again, what else is there to expect in the life of a highwayman? You rob for a bit, you hold down a road, and make just enough to scrape by on a meager existence until eventually either people just learn to go a different way or the locals hire a goon to knock you over the head with a fatal overdose of your own sick medicine.
All these things entered Mark's mind as he trudged along with the paralyzed form of a Dustox strapped across his back, weighing him down into the dusty road towards a little place in the middle of a long road home. He'd of course been the goon hired to play "doctor" for the application of the medicine that this Dustox had a long way coming due to her hostile behavior in slicing off a town from the only road to the capital. Previous attempts to apprehend her had just left the locals poisoned and wounded as she drove them away with the frighting sight of a being who can sit by the road all day and do nothing but silently wait for its prey to spring the trap.
Thinking of all this made Mark audibly sigh as he attempted to quicken his pace a little. If anyone had told him when he was younger and still living at home that he'd someday be on a lonely dust road heading the wrong direction to get to his destination just to be able to afford to eat, not to mention while carrying the hopes and aspirations of the common people to attempt to gain the ear of the senate, he would have ignored the messenger.
"Well, I mean, I suppose I am making it out to be a little worse than it actually is," he mumbled to himself. "I would have had to take on this Dustox anyway. At least this way I get some supplies from doing so." His deal had been brokered on Dustox being taken "Dead or Alive" due to the vitality of the road to the town. Without it, they would eventually fall to starvation and those who didn't would leave to become bandits themselves. Squishing Dustox like the bug she was would have been the fast and easy solution and would have gotten him back on the road faster although at the cost of his general pacifism. But all factors considered, subduing Dustox and dragging her all the way back to those who she had tormented was more dangerous, didn't betray his values, and, above all else, paid more, which, with easy access to the ability to paralyze his foes, Mark would be an idiot to pass up on the added opportunity.
Still, the road was a long one and the capital wasn't getting any closer when Mark was walking in the wrong direction.
"I wish I had followed Mom's advice on honing my skills in being more agile," he grumbled to himself as he continued down the road with only an unconscious bandit, the sounds of a gentle wind, and his own footsteps as company.