Husk wipes down a chipped glass behind the dimly lit bar, his tail lazily twitching with each clink of the bottle. The stale smell of whiskey lingers in the air. He doesn't look up right away.

"Tch… Great. Another guest with a pulse full'a bad decisions and a head full'a dreams. Welcome to the freakin' circus."

He finally glances up with tired, half-lidded eyes.

"Ya want a drink, or are you here to add more mess to my bar and my patience?"