The girl hesitated, glancing at Oliver's wild gestures, trying to decipher what he meant.  But when the red-headed boy followed the stranger, Brinley relented and followed too, unwilling to brave the jungle alone.  She glanced backwards anxiously, but so far, there was no sign of pursuit and she dared to hope that just maybe they'd put enough distance between them and the ship to make good on their escape.

"Where do you think he'll take us?" she asked Gregor, hurrying to catch up to him.  Already, she looked to him as the leader of this small group. If it hadn't been for him, she'd probably still be chained inside the ship's hull.  

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The trail was easy enough to follow through the jungle. Broken foliage and the occasional bare footprint in the soft dirt would have allowed even an amateur hunter to track his quarry.  And Ulric was no amateur.  "They'll tire quickly if they try to keep up this pace," he commented as he took note of the stride length between two prints.   "And when they are tired, they'll do something foolish..."  he smiled at the thought.