Something about that thief's bad table manners seems to have seriously upset you. You leap from rock to rock into the forest, and then trip and stumble as fast as you can until you slide over an embankment, down a steep ravine, and into a quiet stream. You scramble out of the stream and under a bush on the opposite bank. After lying there for a few moments, you realize that no one is following you, at least no one as stupid and fat as the robber.
The stream runs downwards to the east and upwards to the west.