Maer’s P.O.V.

There were…Oh, about 4 people staring down at me, all wearing cloaks, although each one was different. I thought about taking a glance at mine, but I was bombarded by a wave of cloaked people, all talking at once, so I only caught a couple things that were being said.
“Hey Arren, you brought the newb.”
“Haha, his face is priceless!”!”
“Hey, black’s pretty kewwl.”
“Tch, shut your mouthes, guys, you’re crampin’ my style.”
“He’s weak.”
“Shut up, I bet this kid’s cool!”
“Guys, c’mon, back off, the kid needs some air!”

The people backed off a bit, and I finally got a good look at them. One was a girl who looked to be in her late twenties, dressed in an orange cloak. Another girl had a gunmetal grey cloak, and looked sorta similar to the orange lady.

Then there were two guys, one of them wearing a purple cloak and looked pretty young, maybe a bit older than me. The other guy was old, and wore an ugly brown cloak.
But then another person stepped forward.

It was my brother.