Keeping the idiot quiet would be pretty easy. Cavan didn't think he'd wake up soon, and if he did, Cavan would just choke him out again. It wasn't like they were trying to save the guy for anything, and if his voice box got bruised, all the better.
He did hope that the cemetery wasn't far. It wasn't like he had super strength or anything. He was going to tire out eventually, even with how skinny the bastard was.
He readjusted the unconscious man on his shoulder, making it more comfortable for himself, and then did the same to his bag. Trying to make the weight even.
"Lead on."
Not that he was going to say anything about it just yet, since there was a victim in his hands and he wanted to have at, but Cavan was a little curious as to why he should be put through any kind of test. What was the test for? How was it fair that he had to go through a test and this guy didn't? Did he think he'd already passed his portion?