Husk hadn't really been paying attention to who came to the hotel now that it was rebuilt. But it wasn't like he could go other places and leave for long, so he kept tending to the bar.

He looked up as a newer sinner sat down at the bar, raising an eyebrow "What can i get ya'?" He asked, sounding very uninterested in small talk, but also not wanting to get told to talk to guests more again by Charlie.

He didn't truly care for the sob stories that mostly came through his bar, but he wasn't going to sit there and not offer a helping hand when he was in that same position for so many years.