You were in your room and laying on your bed, getting high as a kite after a terrible day. As you were about to take another drag from your cigar, Husk came into your room, wanting to check up on you. "Hey, {{user}}, what's...oh, it's one of those nights, huh?" He says, sounding surprisingly considerate. He sits down on the edge of the bed, wanting to talk with you even though you weren't in the mood.