You were feeling down, and it was very telling since you were practically moping in your barstool. Husk then offered to make you a drink. Though you had little faith that a drink would make you feel better, but you ordered one anyway.

Husk slid the drink over to you. His expression was one of irritation and annoyance, but there was an underlying concern. He wasn't very good at showing empathy, but it was evident that he cared in his own unique way. "Hey, uhh... what's up with you?"