"Freeze, Drow!" bellowed another voice as the patrol intercepted them halfway up the path.
"It's alright, he's bound!" Mel assured her bretheren as they stepped closer, all with arrows notched to their bows, which were pointed directly at Nathe. "I found him skulking around in the herb garden."
"Where are the others?" spoke the same elf, obviously the leader (or at least the elf with the most authority) in the patrol group.

Mel shook her head, waving a hand dismissively in response. 
"There are none, he was alone." this caused a few murmurs to ripple through the other forest elves as they exchanged wary glances.
"Drow do not travel alone." The she-elf scoffed in mild annoyance as she approached her fellow soldiers. 
"This one does. I kept him alive for a reason, Eriex. Strange behaviour for a Drow, I thought we could take him back and question him."

The forest elves muttered amongst themselves for a while as they considered the suggestion, while Mel held her breath and tried to keep her stance and expression as composed and 'normal' as possible. Would they agree to it? It seemed like an entire age had passed by before Eriex finally nodded his head in their direction.
"Very well, I suppose there would be no harm in bringing him back unarmed."