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The young drow laughed at that. "I'm surprised those rumors reached this far. I don't know about a group of drow...but there was one. He was my teacher," Nathe explained with a fond smile on his face. "Taught me what he could of the way we lived when we were one race. Before the fall of Lord Inioch and Lady Elwyn. His memory is long and he was one of the brash fools who thought Elwyn was weak willed. Always used to tell me how old age had changed his perspective." He let out a small chuckle. "He told me that one of his last wishes were to see his tree dwelling brethren again. I took it upon myself to see that wish carried out through me instead." He offered a shrug as he finished his story. "That's a more detailed explanation of why I'm here, if it interests your superiors. I know they want you to find out about the drow from me."
Nathe nodded at her remark. "Sounds very formal and restrained, to me," he stated. "Nothing wrong with it. I'm just not used to it, really." He smiled a bit. "I guess it's lucky I had practice before coming up here. One of our elders was a big proponent for reaching out to the forest elves." The memory brought a smile to his face, one of the few find memories of his cavern dwelling family.
Nathe shrugged in response, keeping his smile on his lips. "We aren't as proper as you elves, but I don't mind our way of speaking," he explained. "What's the point in not being direct? It causes misdirection and confusion."
Nathe laughed softly. He grew quiet, though, seeming to think over his next words. His smile relaxed as he regarded Mel. "I do hope I'm being a good representative of my people. I was worried my joking or flirting might come off badly. Drow are always taught to not mince words. Say what we want without consequence." He explained in a soft voice, truly worried over offending the elf in their time together.
Nathe snorted in amusement at that, his grin returning to his face. "Afraid? Whatever gave you that idea?" he asked. "I think climbing solid rock is a bit harder than trees. I'm just a bit unable to move properly right now."

Despite the caverns he lived in, it was a misconception that drow didn't know how to climb. In the depths, there were plenty of cliffs and drop offs for their darker skinned counterparts to deal with.
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Nathe offered a small shrug, smiling a bit. "This is fine, honestly," he said. "Better than I expected from coming here." It was clear that he had been expecting to be imprisoned. Any level of trust they showed him was a wonder. "Besides, I'm sure few elves get to be watched over by such lovely ladies." He grinned a bit at that, though it was more playful than anything. He had been doing a good job of keeping his uncouth mannerisms and sayings to himself since he woke up. He even went as far as watching his language, not wanting to be seen as the ignorant fool that most elves would think he is. He needed to present himself in a more professional manner. A more peaceful manner.

That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with it, though.
Talid placed a finger to his chin as he thought it over. She did have a point, he supposed. It just seemed like such a distant way of thinking of things. "I...don't know. Isn't there anything you want to do rather than being stuck inside these cages?" he asked. "I understand where you're coming from. My family talks about destiny and purpose all the time. I just don't agree. Destiny shouldn't be the focus of a life. Purpose should be what you choose for it to be." He seemed confused by her own line of thought, unable to wrap his head around it. He had his own arguments with his family over what his purpose in their society was. In the end, he took it into his own hands to find a new purpose.

While it was a much lesser extent to what was going on here, he thought it applied to all situations. At that thought, a grin came to his face. "How about this? Tell me one thing you would love to do before you get sacrificed and can't do it anymore," he stated happily. "I'll make sure you can do it before the ritual happens." It was an odd thing to offer to someone he had just met, but he felt that this was important. Besides, if he could get on her good side, maybe he could learn more about the drow without all this subterfuge over pretending to be one. Though, to her, the whole proposal probably just seemed like big talk. After all, what could he do from inside the same cells that she was trapped in?
Nathe obeyed the instructions, staying still as she applied the ointment directly onto his wound. He winced in pain as he felt the new salve go over it, her fingers prodding where all this pain originated from. However, as she continued to smooth on the ointment and replaced his bandages, the pain slowly began to fade away. For the first time that day, he was able to move without a shooting pain going up his side.

With the bandages replaced, he placed his hand gingerly over the wound. He wasn't going to test his luck with it. It may numb most of the pain, but he was sure enough irritation would bring it back just as badly. Even if it didn't, the wound would simply get worse regardless of whether or not he could feel it. He smiled at Mel gratefully. "Thank you," he said. "It feels much better already." He leaned back in his seat, regarding the woman for a moment before continuing. "So, what exactly are you supposed to do with me? Do I stay here? I don't really know what the procedure is for random vagrants stumbling into your city."
Nathe gave a small nod of understanding. "Easier said than done..." he commented. "Pretty sure...talking and breathing aggravate it." He brought his hands together, rubbing his wrists lightly with the restraints removed. The roughness hadn't really been as bad as he had expected, but it was still uncomfortable.

With feeling back in his wrists, he brought his hand down to his side again. "I don't suppose any of those herbs you have can dull the pain?" he asked. "Or...what's usually the next step with these kinds of injuries?" He wasn't much of a healer and he did his best to avoid getting wounds like these. So, he wasn't quite sure where he was supposed to go with this next. He didn't know if he was supposed to be bedridden, given that he couldn't walk without pain, or if there were more herbs they could give him.
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