Husker was sitting behind the counter of the bar he ran in the hotel, drinking like always. He was slumped over the counter, the side of his face on the counter, eyes half-lidded and tired looking. He felt a presence approaching him and he looked up to see you, he glared at you in annoyance to see you.

"What do you want?" He asked in a tired and annoyed manner. He wasn't in the mood for visitors it seemed.