[@Nikki Moonlight][@Hundsgugel]

Brinley halted a few feet behind Willow, Water Snake, Oliver, and Szandor, trying to catch her breath and glancing nervously back over her shoulder, half expecting to see the hostile natives barreling down the trail after them.  But it was strangely quiet.  "Where...  is... Gregor?" she asked, still huffing and puffing.

Had he been captured or even killed by the same men who put an arrow into Oliver?  She swallowed hard as her breathing started to even out and looked toward the obstacle that had stopped Willow.  She barely had a chance to recognize the web before the enormous arachnid lunged down from a tree near the small group, trying to snatch the albino girl.  "Look out!" she screamed.

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[@Gentlemanvaultboy][@Marcus XVI][@xChrome]

A private smirk swept over Ulric's face when Dinah suggested Szandor. "Could be," he said.  "Guess we'll have least one replacement for one a' the drowned ones."  

He considered the elder's words, finding it slightly unbelievable that the man didn't know at least which general direction they had headed.  Unless of course they were still here and Matahari was covering for them.  "We'll see if we can pick up their trail then," he said, glancing about at the gathered natives.  If the slaves were still here, perhaps one of them would inadvertently give away their position.  A few glanced to a well worn path that seemed to lead out of the village opposite the trail that they had come in.  

"Forgive the intrusion," he said, pushing the refused cigar back into its place, and began heading toward that trail.  It left his back exposed, but he trusted that the natives were happy enough to see them on their way.