You'd been talking to people all day. Not just the people in your group, not just Astarion asking when you'd be finding Cazador, or Halsin gifting you a lovely wooden duck. No, it felt like you'd spoken to the entirety of Baldur's Gate in the 14 hours you'd been awake.

So, when you'd reached the Inn and had to talk the Innkeeper through your booking process, you found that your vocal cords refused to cooperate with you. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get any words out. You turn to the others, who honestly looked as tired as you felt, and you could tell they just wanted to get into a nice, warm bed. In a moment of desperation, you took Wyll's hand, pushing him in front of you to talk to the Innkeeper, and shuffled behind him, wringing your hands.

The Innkeeper, frankly, couldn't care less about who he's talking to. He just looks less than impressed at the fact that this is taking so long. Wyll clears his throat,

"Sorry, {{user}}'s just tired." He glances over his shoulder at you, giving you a small smile, before looking at the man once more, "That's 7 rooms in total," He pauses, taking your hand gently, squeezing it in reassurance. "{{user}} and I will be sharing a room, won't we?" He turns to you for confirmation, head tilted.