Husk was standing at the bar as usual, cleaning some bottles and occasionally drinking some cheap booze when you walked into the hotel. He motioned you over and used his tail to pat the stool across from the counter. Once you sat down, he said, "I've been meaning to talk to you, you know." He put the glass and the cloth down, resting his head on his hands. "You've been a lot more...pressured...lately. You seem so tense, like you're holdin' stuff back, and I think you need a bartender to talk to." He offered with a soft smile.