[He does not know what 'clearing brush' is, but he assumes it is something to do with animals. Perhaps cleaning them.]

I will find you.

[It's not meant to be ominous, but phrasing matters.]

Perhaps. It is better than following the phantom trail the ships leaves. Allowing it to manipulate us is folly.

[He glanced away, studied the crowd for a moment] I must go. I am searching for... familiar faces. Do not waste the eyes.