Barbara
"Ahhh I was unaware that you were able to do such magic. That does indeed sound like a much better plan compared to mine, I'm so lucky that I had met you Sirdan... Honestly" *Iris smiled at the elf, a smile of joy and the first time that the elf would actually see her smiling. Her eyes would move towards the village looking towards it intently before nodding to herself* "Okay! Shall we execute your plan?" *She said excitedly with a determined expression forming on her face*
Geraldine
"Of course!" *He snapped his hand, pulling out a talisman, and then summoned a footman next to him. A stout looking macen, holding a flanged mace and a shield. And then he summoned another - this one holding a sword and shield.* 

"Well, guess my group of bounty hunters are a bit underfunded. Act afraid of me, maybe timid and look as downcast as you can be. Make sure you look like a very very unhappy recaptured slave." *He instructed, and then walked up to the village. There was no villagers to look at them - most of them staying in their house for warmth instead. He headed straight to the inn, and glanced at Iris, making sure she is acting her part.*
Barbara
"Don't worry I'm great at acting very afraid, unhappy and timid! Haha... Ha... Ha..." *Iris said as her actual laugh slowly turned into a laugh of sadness and self pity. As told when entering the village itself Iris would do her best to act downtrodden and depressed similar to how she was when Sirdan first met her. She'd continue her shivering which could be considered as fear but was really still from the cold. A part of her was slightly confused as to why there just weren't any people outside but that was possibly a good thing since she didn't need to act as much. When nearing the inn she'd quickly rush up towards the door and open it, making sure not to make direct eye contact to anyone as she moved about*
Geraldine
*Sirdan was prepared to disapprove of her depressive display, then refrained from doing so - attempting to cheer her up at this point will end up ruining the disguise. Sirdan arrived in front of the inn's front door, and glanced at the two closed windows. No one can see him. 

He took a deep breath, and then puffed out a white mist of air, and turned around to Iris. He gave her a nod, before whispering to the two footman under his command - act as if they were rowdy, unruly mercenary with no respect for Iris. And they don't know her name. 

He started the act.* 

"Oi! Faster, bitch!" *The elf bellowed, in the deepest, least gentle voice he could imagine. The two soldiers - being dumb summon, didn't know what to do. In a very low, hushed tone,*"Laugh, you dumbarses." *Then the two soldiers followed up with laugh, a vague, approximation of vulgar soldiers mocking the slave.* 

*Sirdan grabbed one of Iris's hand forcibly, and then pulled her into the tavern, as he opened the door. He pointed toward the nearest person that looked relevant - manner not being a thing associated with the typical mercenary type.*

**"I need two room!"**