Try to bargain with it.

"O-Ok," Gilia says, eyeing the creature uncertainly. It's not very big, but after her recent experiences she's wary of anything at all. Still...it's smart enough to talk. She shows it her hands. "I'm tied up too...if I free you, you free me?" The creature nods desperately, its head bobbing up and down so energetically she wonders if it even really understands the gesture, or if it's just copying from other people it's seen. Still, she doesn't have many better option.

The cage, fortunately, isn't locked. It's a bit awkward for Gilia to undo the latch with the way her hands are bound, but she manages it. She steps away as the little creature barrels into the cage door and springs out, whooping slightly as it flits around the room and shakes itself like a dog. She can't help but laugh as it careens from one wall to the other. After a few seconds, though, she clears her throat.

"Ok, ok! I got you out. You untie me now, huh?" she asks, turning to show the creature her bound wrists once more. The creature cocks its head.

--Does it untie her? Fate Roll: Fate Chart, Nearly Certain (CF 3): 1d100=52 - yes!

The creature nods, gives a little chirp, and flits down to her. She sits on the floor so it can get at her hands more easily, and it growls slightly as it picks at the ropes. Its little monkey-like fingers are dexterous, and in the space of a few moments, the ropes fall from her wrists. "Yes!" Gilia cries. "Thank you!!" She whirls and embraces the creature, which purrs happily and snuggles against her. She regrets that, slightly, as it turns out to be have a moist, slimy, amphibian-like skin. But I can't complain now, really...

--What is it that Buttercup does, exactly? Fate Roll: Meaning Tables: Actions. 2d100=72 (Pursue) + 94 (Vehicle). Ok then!

"Heeeey, you got yourself free!" a familiar voice says from the doorway. Gilia turns to see Buttercup lounging there, leaning against the doorframe. The tiny woman gives her a wide, toothy grin. "And you freed Dick's other pet, too! Boy, he's gonna be pissed."

"Yeah, well, screw him," Gilia mutters. "He deserves it."

"Oh, sure," Buttercup says cheerfully. "But you should probably think about scramming soon. And IIiiiii...have a suggestion for that!"

"What's that?" Gilia asks warily.

"Well, I felt kinda bad about ditching you earlier."

"You should."

"So, I thought to myself, What would that poor girlie need? And I thought, A way to be faster than Zippy Dick! And then I thought: Of course! Acorns!"

"What?" Gilia asks, nonplussed.

Buttercup sighs dramatically. "I found an acorn and did some fairy magic to turn it into a nice wee little boat for you. It's tied up in the stream nearby. If you take it, Dick won't know which way you went and he'll never find you!" She glances at the sun. "You should leave soon, though."

Gilia bites her lip. "...Thank you," she says guardedly. "I guess I should leave..." But what about my gear?