Dusty sat several yards into the tree line watching the group. A large horned...thing? A man with a spear, another lanky man who looked to be an artist, and eventually a floating girl. What a motley crew. He couldn't hear most of the things they said, but from their changing body language he could tell that they went from not knowing each other to working together. They were probably sent here just like him. 

Dusty decided to approach the group when a fireball detonated against a tree in the distance. He ducked down below concealment, and turned to see an orange glow in the a ways away, as foliage started to ignite. He sighed aloud, and stayed down. The group might think he was hostile now. He peaked through leaves and saw them leave. Which meant he could leave as well. 

As the group left, he followed, always behind them and in the foliage. He stayed beneath the densest canopy so that the flying girl wouldn't see him. He had committed to stalking this group and it made him look lethal. He closed the distance so that he wasn't as far and could actually eavesdrop. His newfound ability to stay silent was a blessing. He saw the girl descending and leaned in to hear. She said that men were approaching. This could be a chance to prove to the group he was friendly. They were heading towards a village, which meant a bed to sleep in, food, gainful employment. All good things. Dusty's thumb went to the hammer on his musket and sat there. When he heard a bird calling, a monkey screech, or any of the other natural ambient forest noise he immediately cocked it back, covering the sound. He reached down, already kneeling and plucked a small weed, ground it up between his thumb and finger and dropped it into the wind to see the direction to adjust accordingly. Then he waited.