Neverwinter Forest ah, shit— you left the door unlocked!

He didn't know what an apodo was, and there wasn't enough context for him to make a super accurate guess. But he did recognize St. Clair -- after all, it had been part of his name. The rest of it he started tuning out as he stood there thinking -- it was all unfamiliar stuff to him anyway, perhaps he'd parse it together later, but for right now it was nonsense. People he'd never meet.

The pause dragged on a moment or two after Matty stopped speaking. When Mal did speak he seemed kind of hesitant, for multiple reasons, one of them being because it seemed way too lucky for him to have met his half brother here. Did he really want to trust it? His expression was a confused mess of things, The name I was given was Malachi Singing-St. Clair.  I--- But there he kind of mentally froze. He wanted his sisters, he didn't know what to think of having a brother appearing out of nowhere. It was too confusing to think there were others out there -- they'd never meant anything to him before because he didn't know they existed, but now were they supposed to?