The Mortugal Brothers
Underdeep Mustering Hall
"Well then." Garth whispered, "Looks like they're too busy talking to each other to notice us. Perfect."
"Oh, hush! They look like they're having fun over there!" Ferdinand whispered back.
While the two peered through the gaps in the rags, Mason watched the event before him unfold in full view. Behind his mask, a soft smile etched itself across his unseen face. Although, if any of them were able to see it, they probably wouldn't call it much of a smile than more of a crooked, toothy grin. That was, after all, what the brothers' masks were for. Mason never liked wearing his, but Garth always told him if he wanted any chance of ever warming up to people, then the three of them would have to start subtle. What Mason wanted more than anything right now was to walk over there and say hello. But Garth was the one who had control over the legs, so he slowly pushed the idea out of his head.
"I like the elf." Ferdinand said quietly, "He catches peoples' eyes and gives them a show. We should be more like that!"
"Yes, let's just rip this cloak off and announce ourselves, that sounds like an amazing idea." Garth retorted, "What do you think this is, a talent contest?"
"We're talented!" Ferdinand replied, "We just need to think of a way to show them without, you know, scaring them."
"Or angering them." Garth said, "That girl in the armor looks like a paladin, so she automatically wouldn't like us. And that orc, well... he's an orc."
"You are so judgmental, it makes me cringe."
"Shut your mouth!"
"Can we at least say hello?" Mason asked.
The other two stopped their bickering at the sound of Mason's request. Garth paused for a moment, and then...
"Not now, Mason. When we figure out what we're actually supposed to be doing here... then you can sidle on up to them."
"Okay." Mason said, going back to watching the group talk to each other.
Just... watching.
