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“Remind me again why I agreed to this?” Glib asks as they walk towards the innkeeper of the tavern. He pulls at the blanket that is fully covering his face, only for S.G. to tsk at him and readjust the blanket.
“Because families get to stay for cheaper,” S.G. says with far too much confidence. She’s shifted into a dark-haired half-elf woman with strong cheekbones and coal black eyes. They're dressed in a perfectly tailored suit that’s in the same style of Goodbid’s. They look exactly like a female version of the mustached man which is the plan.
“Okay, now remind me why we think this is going to work?” Goodbid asks. He readjusts his hold on Glib, having been handed him when S.G. claimed her arms were getting tired.
“Because Operation Siblings is the perfect plan.” Before either of their “brothers” can protest, S.G. strides up to the counter. “Hello, ma’am,” she says with a thick southern drawl and a very Goodbid like smile.
“Oh, hello there,” the innkeeper says. She gives S.G. a kind smile as she sets down the glass she was cleaning. “What can I do for you?”
“Well, me and my brothers-” he points to Goodbid and Glib, “-were hopin’ you’d have a room for us.”
“Oh, yes!” The innkeeper says looking disproportionately happy. “We do have a room for a fine family such as yourself!”
S.G. casts a smile over her shoulder and Goodbid visibly relaxes.
“That will be 10 gold.”
S.G. starts digging into her pockets when Goodbid pipes up, “if I may ask, ma’am.” The woman nods for him to continue. “Why do families get to stay for cheaper?”
“Oh, we are trying to change the reputation of this old place. The previous owners were not very good people, and we are trying to change that image!” The woman replies chipperly as she takes the gold coins. She hands S.G. a key and a guest logbook.
S.G. looks at the woman and hopes his smile isn’t coming across as strained as it feels. “Do you want me to sign that?”
“Yes, if you would that would be greatly appreciated.”
S.G. takes the offered quill and quickly signs “Sarah Goodmen” before pushing the book back to the innkeeper and taking the key. They hurriedly go to the room which is sparsely furnished and has two beds.
“I am so surprised that worked,” Glib says as soon as the door shuts.
“You should have seen S.G.’s face when she made her sign that book!” Goodbid laughs as he puts Glib on the ground.
“I nearly told her I was illiterate,” S.G. says as they drop the form.
“That wouldn’t have worked! You’re in a business suit!” Glib points out.
“I’ve got to side with Glib here, S.G.,” Goodbid says with a chuckle.
“I’ve lied my way out of worse,” S.G. points out. They all laugh about it for a moment before Goodbid takes stock of the room.
“Should I go ask for a cot for one of us? Or are two of us sharing a bed?” Goodbid asks, already walking toward the door.
“Nah, I’d burn right through both,” Glib says as he sits on one of the chairs next to the small table in the corner of the room. “I’m just gonna sleep in this chair.”
“That can’t be comfortable,” Goodbid says, casting S.G. a questioning glance. She doesn’t react as she claims the bed closest to the small window.
“Well, I am undead, I don’t exactly need sleep,” Glib counters. “Which reminds me, we need to find someone for me to drain soon, I’m getting hungry.” Goodbid slightly pales. “I won’t drink you, Goodbid. You’re somehow more useful alive.”
“Thanks?”
“It’s a compliment, brother,” S.G. laughs.
“Oh God, she’s never going to let that go,” Glib groans.
“Well, I’m much happier that this plan worked and not Operation Influencer because mercy knows her ego is big enough!” Goodbid laughs as he takes off his hat and starts taking off his shoes. They get ready for bed in silence.
“Good night, little brothers,” S.G. says with a yawn as she gets under the covers.
“Who decided you were oldest?” Goodbid demands.
“Me, I came up with the plan,” S.G. deadpans.
“Let her have this, Good, she’s just upset she’s the youngest of the party,” Glib says with a smile which grows when S.G. huffs from under the blankets.
“Well then,” Goodbid chuckles, “good night, family.”
“Yeah, yeah, good night or whatever.”