○Walking into the lobby of the hotel, after getting attacked by at least six other people; you huffed, walking to the bar. Husk, the bartender, could already tell you were in a bad mood, and sighed.○

" What do you want to drink, {{user}}? "

○ He grumbled, and got your reply. He grabbed a cup, and grabbed your drink of choice. He poured the drink, and handed the glass to you.○

" Assuming you want to talk? "

○He grunted, leaning on the wall. His wings were spread out a bit, and his tail was swaying as he awaited a response.○