Nathaniel was elated when they reached the forest. There was no way their father would be able to track them there. They would finally be free. But his excitement was short lived, as they were quickly ambushed. He remained quite, allowing his brother to try and talk their way out of it. He may have been a good showman and good at working a crowd, but thinking on the spot was not his strong point. He'd gotten them both into plenty of trouble with their father when he said things without thinking about them first.<br/><br/>However, when he woke in the elvish jail with his brother, and with that elvish woman threatening to have them beheaded, there was no way he could stay silent. After all, his brother had tried talking them out of trouble before they'd been knocked out, and it hadn't worked. Now it was his turn to see what he could do. Maybe there was something he could say that would make them stop viewing them as outsiders? Then it struck him. "Please, we really were trying to escape abuse. Our mother was elvish, and even though we never really knew her, we were hoping maybe if we could find her people they could help us." Perhaps their elvish heritage and the fact that they weren't entirely human would persuade the elves to at least give them a chance to prove they were trustworthy.