Eliese froze as the word left Nathaniel's lips. "Crestfaren?" she whispered shocked dropping her sword for the second time that conversation. The shock was short lived as she grabbed her blade and began to leave as Chrysabelle entered and asked her the all important question.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"What is going on?"</span><br/><br/>Eliese turned and blinked speaking in Elvish so that the boys couldn't understand. "They claim to be the Crestfaren children we were warned about. Even if she was killed... Do we let these two know that or do we kill them by association?" She frowned and sheathing her blade, continued in elvish yet again. "You guard them, while I go ask the council. If they are who they claim to be, we have a shot at winning this war!"<br/><br/>Dedrick sighed. "You get any of that? I don't know a whole lot of Elvish, and it didn't sound friendly." he told his brother, frowning.<br/><br/>Eliese turned and said in plain English, "What in the seven hells were you expecting? A welcome home? You're the one who came into our forest claiming to be what we consider a myth! I will be back soon. If you are allowed to live, you will be given an ultimatum. I suggest you do the right thing." and with that cryptic phrase she left the room.<br/><br/>"So..." Dedrick asked the new arrival. "Name's Dedrick. Would you be kind enough to give us yours? or am I to assume you're going to knock us out again if we talk?"