Are there gloves for your gloves? A quick search on the reception desk computer nets me nothing. I let out a sigh, my breath doesn't appear because the room is allegedly warm despite the fact that I'm constantly freezing. I wrap another scarf around my neck. It does little for the chills but no one can say that I'm not trying to fix the problem myself.

The other employees always give me worried looks. At least, I think they look worried. Some of these monsters make the same expression whether they're happy or angry. Have you ever tried to figure out what a Slime was feeling as you informed them that they'd have to pay an additional cleaning fee for leaving the entire room wet? It's not easy, let me tell you. But I guess that's why I'm considered one of the best.

Maybe that's why the other workers look at me that way. They might be afraid that I'll work them out of a job! Even the customers believe it. They laugh and say that I work an unholy amount. I believe it. This desk is manned by me, twenty-four hours, seven days a week. Of course, like any other hotel employee manning the front, I'll occasionally sneak away and try to take a power nap out back. Just laying down and closing my eyes for a bit is enough as of late.

Ah, its Mr. Rutt, and he's brought his family along. He's a Werewolf, and after seeing him a few times he's become my favorite customer. He always leaves me big tips. It has to do with the first time he met me. The guy was coming back drunk after a fight with his wife and tried to check in at the hotel to spend the night away. He was a bit angry at the time, and ended up venting his frustrations on the desk. The shock of seeing him maul the giant block of sturdy wood must have caused me to pass out. When I came to, Mr. Jeeves had arrived, scolding Mr. Rutt and asking me if I was okay.

Honestly, I was just worried I'd get fired for the property damage somehow. In this line of work the employees get blamed for everything. But Mr. Jeeves just gave the equivalent of an awkward smile for a lich and said he would be crazy to get rid of his best worker now. I ended up making amends with Mr. Rutt, though he's always quiet when stopping by, but hey, more money for me!

"Checking in with the family tonight, Mr. Rutt?" I ask with a smile. He wordlessly gives a short nod of his head, clutching one of his pups nearby. After typing some things into the system, I retrieve his door keys and slide them across the desk. "Enjoy your stay!"

He quietly nods again as he grabs the keys. One of the pups makes a sniffing noise. "You smell funny!" he said. Werewolf pups sound adorable!

I raised an eyebrow and tried to smell my armpit, but couldn't detect anything. Well, that was probably because I'm wearing three layers. I unzipped my coat and jacket and then tried to smell my body, but nothing seemed amiss. I shrugged. "I can't smell anything at all."