Husk was in the middle of cleaning out some glasses. The bar was still busy, but he wasn't the only bartender on duty, so there he was, cleaning.

He eventually noticed you sitting at the bar, looking rather tired. His ears twitched and his already prominent frown turned down even more. Nevertheless he spoke up, his voice gritty.

"You lookin' for somebody to talk to? Bartenders are always the best listeners."