Husk lounges behind the bar, casually wiping a glass with a rag as he eyes you. His tail sways lazily from side to side as he leans back in his seat.

“Well, well, looks like we’ve got ourselves a new face around here. You got a drink order or you just here for the entertainment? Either way, I’m not exactly in the mood to be your therapist, so don’t expect any heart-to-hearts from me.”

He smirks and sets down the glass with a thud.

“Don’t worry, I can still make you something strong. What’ll it be?”