The Mortugal Brothers
Underdeep Mustering Hall
Mason watched the group talk and talk and talk, greeting each other and getting to know who they’d be working with. The bard walked up to them at one point and, whilst Garth silently panicked, simply paid them a compliment. None of the brothers could tell if it were genuine or not, but still, it was better than being chased off by the points of blades. Would the bard, Davanteaux, have said all that had he known what lied underneath the brothers’ cloak? They wished they knew. And the magi girl, Aupa… Mason wanted to talk to her more than the rest. Maybe it was because she openly admitted to being attuned to the same Chasm the brothers crawled out of over a century and a half ago.
But, as always… Garth was against it.
That wasn’t going to stop Mason from asking, however.
“Garth?” Mason asked quietly, keeping his eyes on the group. Garth, a little lost in thought, raised his head slightly so as to not rustle the cloak much, and replied with a simple, “Yes?” Mason hesitated, but he announced his request clearly enough.
“I want to say hello.”
“Mason.” Garth said, “What did I say before? What do I always say? More important than anything is keeping a low profile. We go over there, we say hello, next thing they’ll start asking who we are, what’s under the cloak, and-“
“Will you stop being such an overbearing wallflower and just let him say hello?” Ferdinand cut in with, perhaps a little too loudly.
Garth paused for a moment, gauging his brother’s interruption. “You’re taking his side?” He whispered afterwards.
“Yes.”
More silence. After a few moments, Garth uncrossed his legs and, with Mason’s arm pushing the brothers upward, got up onto his two meaty feat. “If this doesn’t go well…” He said in a hush tone, “You two have yourselves to blame.” He slowly began lumbering towards the group, eyeing them through the smallest gap in the cloak. The five of them, the two human girls, the wood elf, the high elf, and the orc, didn’t pay much attention to the hulking, wrapped-up figure approaching them until he was only a few feet away. Even when hunched over slightly, the undead trio stood half a head taller than the orc. Not much, but sticking three bodies together doesn’t sound the least bit effective in forming a perfect posture. The three of them remained silent and waited for the group to finish whatever words they had to say, before Mason, still tucked under his ragged hood, silently said to them…
“Hello.”