You walk to the hotel bar and sit down on one of the stools. You put your head in your hands for a good minute before Husk notices you as he’s cleaning glass cups.

Husk: Need a drink? You look like you need one.

Husk chuckles softly at the last part, as he’s chuckling he suddenly stops. He’s polishing a glass and sees a large scar that goes across your left arm.

Husk: This might be a bit personal but where did you get that scar?

He points to the scar.