Nathe listened to the conversation between the two for a short while. He snorted as the comment about the drow, but didn't return with his own comment until they had agreed to take him. "Don't speak like you know us, elf," he stated. His demeanor had entirely changed from when he was talking to Mel, becoming more arrogant and demeaning as he gazed at the patrol leader. "We don't need strength of numbers to survive, unlike some..." He glanced over the other elves before letting out a sigh. He had been peaceful with Mel one-on-one, but he knew he'd get no where with the soldiers. They were trained to hate the drow. He would have sooner been shot in the head than allowed to come back if the woman hadn't spoken up. He may as well play the part of these hateful drow.

Once he got them to sit down and talk with him, he could continue more complacently.