Nathan had certain gifts, languages was one of them. Since he was a mix he was both cursed and blessed with acceptance and hatred of just about every race. He really looked out of place most of the time.  The humans thought he was an elf, the orks and the elves thought he was human same as the dwarves... Because of this, he was able to do a lot of learning, between their customs, their languages and dialects. In fact he knew so many languages, it became extremely easy for him to break new languages! Although he didn't know Draconian fluently he recognized the two words....<span style="font-style: italic">Mother ... Father...</span>It really pricked his heart, because he also was an orhan...<br/><br/>He however wasn't about to get caught off gaurd, his hand strayed quietly toward his cutlass and watched as the hatchling approached him curiously. It was hungry and although he didn't have anymore food at the moment, he wasn't going to be giving away any of his limbs for the baby drake to chew on.<br/><br/>Nathan was surprised when the Drake spoke again... Not surprised that it talked, everything talked if you listened, but he was surprised how intelligent it sounded for being so young.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œWhat are you? Did you fly here?â€ </span><br/><br/>It wanted to know if he had wings and what he was.... Nathan had been expecting baby talk. Not only this but the first question although asked a lot, was a hard one. What was he? Better yet, how to respond. He was a woodsman, poacher, hunter, fur trader, outlaw, mud blood, tracker, and at times a fighterâ€¦. Nathan decided to ignore the first questionâ€¦.<br/><br/>"No Wings Have Iâ€¦" he responded in broken Draconian, and then cleared his throat, "No I Have Not," he repeated a little slower not sure if he was pronouncing it right.<br/><br/>"Climber Am I," he added... it was close he wouldn't bother with specifics. "Long have you been in this ...Hole...Cave... With ...one... alone?" he asked curiously.