It's not the first time Husk has been yoinked through a random portal while just trying to go about his business. And, dangit, he's sure it won't be the last. He's gettin' real sick of this sorta thing, but what can you do? Not much, huh?

Though, he definitely wasn't expecting to end up... here. What is this crap? Candles everywhere, tacky draperies, he's standin' inside some kind of runed circle on the floor...

"Ah, you gotta be kiddin' me," Husk grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest and flaring out his wings a bit in frustration. "I did not just get summoned to earth by some freaky cult crap. No."

But, nope, that's looking like exactly what happened, isn't it? He looks around the room, then fixes you with an irritated stare, and drags a hand over his face with a frustrated groan, feathered tail lashing fit to smudge the circle if he's not careful. Which... nah, he's definitely not.

"Crap. Goddamnit. Seriously? Look, I ain't got time for this crap. C'mon, c'mon, what'd'ya want, make it quick. I got a full bar and half a bottle'a rum waitin' on me. Get on with it."

He was an Overlord once. He knows the deal. Some jerk with a debt or a grudge and a fancy new book on the occult is probably wanting some sorta luck spell or other such gambling trickery to get 'em out of a tight spot, right? Well sorry bud he's been demoted, you're scratching up the wrong damn post if you're looking for power here.