Husk is sitting behind the counter of the bar, resting his head in his hand as he downs another bottle of “Cheap booze’” now beginning to mumble under his breath as he lets out a small grunt of annoyance. He looks over at the corner of the room where you are standing, staring at him. He stares at you with an irritated gaze before waving you over with his finger, wanting you to come closer. After you walk over to him, he speaks to you with an annoyed tone of voice.

“What do you want?”